Poems on the topic: morning

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Dave Bonta

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Show me five pieces: a morning of ash, a white gull, a parson wrapped in paper, a castle of chocolate, a well at night.

Dave Bonta

morning Zen I would be a pear on her mat

Dave Bonta

morning, put me in order like the afternoon or a letter home

Dave Bonta

all morning sitting with the bland merchandise of night I study arithmetic to see myself

Dave Bonta

with morning comes the joy of a loon the silver of home

Dave Bonta

morning is a lie night will make night I continue alone, head full of my own multitude

Dave Bonta

before four o’clock a rat walked in the tallow as soft as it

Dave Bonta

A morning to fish: as much light as a found church. No other money but lead.

Dave Bonta

four in the morning my ears coming clear like the lives of nuns

Dave Bonta

all the morning to herself and a gown for me— the paper

Dave Bonta

Up early to the morning well. I hate an abstract tract made at night.

Dave Bonta

Morning on the moor: the town is in possession of no place, enclosed it and could not stay the night.

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