Liquid Light
A liquid light sips dew
From how it is as blossoms foam
With Mary's arboreal aplomb
Against a reminiscent blue.
Day, number, memory,
Kissed hours when day's door hangs ajar
And light crawls on the calendar,
Each routine anniversary
At night, and noon, and dawn,
Are times I meet you, when souls rinse
Together in their moist reunions.
Iambic, feathery Anon
Opens anthologies,
Born and reborn, as days go by
In anniversaries of sky
When oceans cradle little seas
That water in the eye.
poem by Douglas Dunn
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