Cold Morning


Watch the winter leave again and again
this morning through the ocean –
The coming and going of waves.
Here, we call them alon. Singular.
We know what it sounds like
to the not from here. Even the long
“a” of the word fits, the sudden “n”
like the tender tug of history
in our mouths, the quiet
suggestions of the cold and then the rest
of the world.

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