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DOVE OF DAWN
DOVE OF DAWN
The house with its remnants of yesterday’s truths;
A half finished bottle of wine and entropic followers
Like vestigle objects –drift like a boat into today
Between horizons of the sun’s declinations
My many stop and start manuscripts in disarray,
Looking perhaps for some semblance of order;
Cold legacies like these haunt me; memories left
Like uncorked wine in need of imbibing resolutions.
But you- my beloved- The Heart of my Heart Who Puts
Things in Order- whose name Helen is an eponym for
Dawn; you bring light to all the dark corners of my psyche
With you there is clarity and objects rearrange themselves
As if to make sense in their hazy incompletes: such order
Is heralded by you as the morning dove heralds dawn..
