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August Morning
Brian Cronwall
The rooster crows blue.
Rain begins, stops in darkness.
Slight light between hungry fronds.
The phone rings. No message.
Soon, morning releases into midday,
its hours disappear, then gone.
How do we cherish time
while watching it slip away?
About the Author
Brian Cronwall is a retired community college English professor. His poetry has won the Oscar Wilde Poetry Prize, been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and been published in numerous journals and anthologies, including Passager, Hanging Loose, Bamboo Ridge, Santa Fe Literary Review, Carolina Quarterly, Poetry Ireland Review, Exit 13, Chiron Review, and others.
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