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How dawn
ОглавлениеLook. Look. You see?
— how dawn
like a benign flesh-eating disease
invades the shrinking dark,
devours.
The dark shrinks, cowers
behind small objects,
huddles, hurls itself
away from tall trees, the lawn’s
a line-up of escapees.
It does no good.
Like Mr Todd.
The sun will trump you every time, Mr
Wind-Who-Would blow Todd’s coat off.
It doesn’t work that way.
Sun beams, it beams.
Dawn. Coats off.
And the dark is gone.
There. See?
Think when it began, when you
could not be sure whether
light had begun or your dream continued.
The benign infection advanced cell by cell
into the body of night, till you could not tell
if you could see
or you could not see.
But you could.
The infarction of love.
Poor dark night. It happens every time.