The morning wanders like a duck 
who carries on the morning dew
a conversation with his watch
that radiates in a.i. fashion
every livid film review
irate at remakes: poor, expensive,
full of flimsy badinage:
fearing flood and fight and fire,
all the things in our garage
that you and I once meant for choosing
now neglected, nevermore,
paradoxical unfurling
rich and wide and golden door --
unrelated, unrepentant,
unenthusiastic muse:
every love that you rejected
is now today the life you choose

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