Window Business - Morning Duck

I am brooding in the morning
Tis my early morning habit
There's no poetry of ducks
On the ponds beyond the cabin
I am brewing extra coffee
Tis bitter to the tongue
I am breathing acrid smoke
It is filling up my lungs
Then I glide like a dancer
Of fuck you on messenger
And you rise to the stanzas
Of fuck you on messenger
Like a cold bird takes flight for the sun

Written by:
William Stafford

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