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The Silence of Daybreak by Michael H Brownstein

The vocabulary of whisper
begins with fog over the river,
a white break in the cloud cover,
the great mastiffs, perhaps a coyote,
silent music between two false indigos.
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Where do we go from here?
Once I woke to a rusty sky,
huge chunks of degraded iron
littering the landscape
that only a few days ago
green with a path of turquoise,
a line of pink, a flowering succulent.
The season does not die with a spasm,
but the silence of the easy act of breath.
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In the language of hush,
a softness of vowel–
within the texture of skin,
warmth, a stretch of s’s–
Everything too loud but not this,
one finger sighing against another
walking in the fog, together.

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