This entry is part 68 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011


The beginning, or the end
of an affair? Water obeys

the tidal surge. Last night’s moon,
liquid wafer. Coin that pays

for air so clear today, sunlit
leaves green as June again.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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