Today's poem is by Lisa Williams
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In the small light of morning,
everything comes clear.Autumn dogwood's red berries,
starred with black stems, convex light,their motionless leaves lilac-rimmed.
Maples turned overnight. Yellowfumes from green, orange from yellow,
colors proved certain by contrast,by change.
When you walk into that lighthang your sleep on a chair.
Hang your lethargy.Wind nudges a thin, glistening layer
of dew over fronds. Airseethes with the odor
of rinsed cones, of pines immuredin damp silence.
Stay, new conception. Endure.I can see you, legs taking up chunks
of the landscape, abandoningthe place you imagined
you stood only moments ago.
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