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View from a Blind Laptop
This morning one songbird awoke first,
breaking the night with its spiral tongue.
Under an oak tree a puddle bloomed stars,
then washed its face with a watery light.
Moments later,
a narrow sky opened its window. A rose red lip
of sunlight, kissed the verge of a far beyond.
Light crowned meadow daisies one by one.
I did not see any of this
I was hunched over a laptop
after a dark and restless night,
but my soul,
it must have wandered outward -
and it saw.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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