mornings, it is low and most revealing.
it creaks, if cold, until covered. it loves sunlight,
the blue of open sky, it loves heat.
that is to say it wants to be naked. hear itself
echo on the wind. out of shame, maybe, out of
modesty or habit, it cloaks.
it won't set a thing straight. you won't
know if it tells you what you want to know.
you can't trust a voice like that.
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