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On Awakening

Stars fade into dawn
   hazy sunlight’s fuzzy descent
   but the pock-marked moon is still full,
   gigantic, perfectly round, luminous
I lean against the railing
   and dully watch the sullen lilt
   the mighty East River makes
   wave upon rippling wave
savage love,
vehement love,
violent, valiant love
wave upon glistening wave
Through my deep slumber
   somebody calls my name
   she waits for me among the violence and violins
   reaches for me in the slur

The wail of sirens and I awaken,
   help for someone, help is on the way
The things she thought she loved about me
   now only irritate
The things she professed to most admire
   now fill her mind with hate

-December 31, 2007-