--Greg KuzmaIt is morning.We are building the ruin of another day.And are hard at it.Muscles deflect the sun,the rain is burning off,and now the wind rises.Who would have thoughtwe would get this far,into our nearly middle age.We who have thought theworld would let us comeright up to the present crisis.Whatever the allowance iswe spend it.We lean and groan, the sea,far off, leans and groans.Birds skitter past us, trees bend,and the wind advises.
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