Summer 1987 Vol. 4 #1
Summer 1987 Vol. 4 #1
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In the uncertain hour
just before dawn
I walk, counting steps
(one, two, three
One, two three, four…)
The air is cold and clear
scattered stars
linger in the ink-blue sky
Only the palest premonition at the field’s edge
there
behind those trees
(one, two, three…)
By such imperceptibly gradual
degrees
it lightens the sky
I can’t see
precisely at what point
night turns to day
(four, five, six, seven…)
I only know:
when I start to walk it’s dark
and when I end
it’s light.
December 1984
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