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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=581413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Up In The Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=581413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Coming up in the morning, <br>Like a fish drowning- somebody’s<br>Swift sided pet, <br>Who has never seen trees or television<br>Channels which aren’t waving, <br>Like the séances<br>Of working girls, come in doors<br>Carrying their baskets for grandmother, <br>Not having anything else to sell-<br>They have to do this, work naked in the <br>Glowing kitchen, <br>Until they become that color, all tawny<br>And delivered, <br>Like ornaments in a tree house in a storm <br>In Delray; <br>Hot pies for thumbs, dimpled pillows, <br>Basins where a slender drip of water echoes <br>The loving jewelry taken off necks-<br>For both eyes, these are good, and it is morning<br>Once more, and I am swimming up<br>To meet them, a rose in my teeth like a pollinated<br>Bone, unrequited, <br>Because there’s really no other work, <br>And the country joins me from the lip of the bowl, <br>And the kelp sways and gurgles-<br>In this manner, we enjoy her highways as she carelessly <br>Ballerinas the house until it is as clean as a new thing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a></strong></div>

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