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A Warm Morning
In morning's hush
heat builds,
leaves glitter.
Into pure silver
dissolves the shade.
Birds are calling
winging it
to high, dark eves,
any place
where the tattered night
may hide
and seek retreat
from day's clear,
searing eye.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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