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This morning weighs more than it should
a preponderance of sorrow and joy
about what I have and what I lost
and the moon to the west hides before the storm.
Astronomers say the universe, too, weighs
more than it should. It bears a dark presence.
I know I must let go of the love I’ve known
to put it in its time and place.
A side street lies in front of my house—
I’ve travelled many highways and roads
I’ll never forget. 
I’ll always remember what brought me here.
Thunder rumbles over the hills
on a quiet morning as I sit at my laptop.
I write after I watch a video
of Ben Folds composing a song
for an orchestra in time minutes.
He lays melodies for the string section
upon melodies for woodwinds and brass
and he sings as the composition
comes to life.
My memories whisper as the screen fades
Clouds obscure the sky
and I long for much-needed rain.
A small sliver of atmosphere 
hugs the earth and bears the change
just below vast darkness and bands of stars.
Rain patters the window as I sit
in a dim room and write
and I embrace what I compose
allowing my poem to possess
before I turn on the light.
The clothes dryer in the back hallway hums
as I wear my underwear and robe.
As the world around me lives and dies
I am looking for stars.

*Ben Folds— a pop music performer, pianist, and composure of classical music

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