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Sit the Tenets in Verse

Trite, perhaps,
but it is what misery loves
ㅤ–cajoling reflection.
Goneㅤthe crickets long
underground, quietㅤquiet night
leaving all notes
in pleated folds of light
dawn cresting reasonable
dew gilds those modest ruins
of late-autumn yard –crystalline, frigid.
Come tail-feathers & wings
each brings a parcel of morning
day awaits day, soaksㅤrestless
within even slightest ray.