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lovely painting by Justin Taylor...

Imperative

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Live into a day’s

tenderness:

its fullness

is the world.

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The lake

blinks at the sky

holding the sun’s yolk

in her center.

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She our earth yields

an owl’s call

against absence, allows

sweetbriar

on a grave.

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By day the moon

refills itself with light

Be like that,

enough for yourself.

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Substance, will:

Speak not of morning

.

But set a blue bowl

Of wet apples

On the plain brown table

of your heart.

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