Come the white morning
I'll cross the earth on my face,
let the barrel of light tip over one more time
and let's just call it sunrise.
I don't know anything
about blowing a child out
like a balloon, or what comes after-
that dream like a waterfall sealed in a flask
close to God's hip
-John Rybicki from "Tender Range"
Monday, November 18, 2013
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