morning sounds
through steel.
eight. nine.
the dog knows
what time
it is by the clank
of food in her bowl.
even if it is gravel.
nourishment by song,
this is the certainty.
this is the principle.
I used to confuse
new trees
with buckets—
because
water is no bastion
against Thursday.
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