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Morning

I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
 
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
 
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
 
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
 
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
 
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of
 
the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle
 
what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it
 
is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone
 
Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial
 
there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is
 
when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
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