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At dawn
I sat on the veranda
in the shifting mist moving
out of the Santa Ana’s towards sea, slowly
like roving wolves returning to their den at dawn. Hovering
red dragonflies mated and Fogelberg’s voice echoed off slate and stone:
“Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew,
longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you;
I am in love with you.” With the simmering sun warm on my shoulders,
I swallowed, knowing I was sipping life
through a straw.
At dawn
I sat on the veranda
in the shifting mist moving
out of the Santa Ana’s towards sea, slowly
like roving wolves returning to their den at dawn. Hovering
red dragonflies mated and Fogelberg’s voice echoed off slate and stone:
“Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew,
longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you;
I am in love with you.” With the simmering sun warm on my shoulders,
I swallowed, knowing I was sipping life
through a straw.