#329 another morning song
morning is hollow\nand strong\nlike bamboo\nit props up each day\neffortlessly\nand through it\nour breath sings\n\nhow many times\ni have\nwished you\naway holding out on\nnight afraid you\nwould kill my\nsad old moon\n\nno but it was me\nmy hands still dusty\nwith the deed\n\nbut that was then\nnow i\nhold morning\ntight giver of life a\ndaily miracle\nbedclothes of\nthe tired moon\n\nas for me\nmy hands still dusty\nbut now i can see\n\nepw 3.14.08 perrysburg, oh