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I Wake Early
I wake early, make two cups of coffee, drink one, think, go back to sleep, wake again, think, drink the other.
To start a day over is a card game played for no money, a ripe tomato, a swimming cat.
Time here: lukewarm, with milk and sugar, big and unset as a table.
I wake twice.
Twice the window unbroken, transparent.
Twice the cat’s nose and ears above water.
Twice the war (my war) is distant, its children’s children are distant.
appeared first in The American
Poetry Review and will be in
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