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Morning
when the sky is still black
and stars glitter
like there's no
tomorrow,
the overblown moon
luxuriant
above seaborne fog...
this is the time
for faith
when birds,
startled by dawn's
first spark,
raise sharp beaks
and sing
the first song of
morning.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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