from These Denver Odes
Dawn over trees, over roofs
over jogging dogs, toting their own leashes.
Dawn over coeds in too few clothes
for the chill.
Dawn departs quickly, Affairs
called to conclusion, sunlight's gold coercion,
coffee perked, forecast scanned, all the scores
doublechecked.
I have immotile longings,
the dying semen announces to the sheets.
I have it in me to be no one,
to make new
none. Percale covers it all.
Dawn is gone. Late runners occupy highways,
their bunched lovers'-knots trained to forget.
Dreams of flesh.
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