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  Sunday Morning Rise

 
 

The road back, ocean behind, right side harbor.
Who’d be ready, rounding the bend, for what I met?
Dazzling gray of brightness, taking one into an arbor
of dawn. Fog curtains sun, the radiance yet
visiting air with such immensity that ardor
climbs—then founders . . . the Light from where the sun’s beget . . . .

 

  Ronald Jorgensen
24 August 2003
© Ronald Jorgensen