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This Time of Morning



There is quiet in this time of morning.

Quiet in the way the fog

has ceased to flow up the valley

even as Cold Water Creek flows down.

Deep quiet in the way the fox stirs

Only to turn one more time before

Settling down in the dark of the den.

Quiet like the thing that over takes us all.

And there is peace in the belly,

and peace in the breath,

nothing more and nothing less.

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