The morning came unheard
and late as it dared. We knew
there was more than day outside.
Knew from no passing cars
from no gulls calling loud.
These absences tell more
than all the sounds they drown.
We threw the window wide
to the bite, the chill of night
that no dawn had dispelled.
And it was everywhere
and falling still and slow.
We watched, watched for the sake
of ordinary days.

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