After Angel Food

The sun did rise again, no buts.  
Well, a great many things have been said
in the cauldron of hours.  We have not been
shaken out of the cage of the bingo spinner.
Ginkgo leaves approximate the sun’s brightness; 
are brightness themselves; no cancelling their it-ness.

Today was another hard day.  And tomorrow
will be harder.  Well, we will eat thick soups
with large spoons. Hazard a guess which
swooping shadows are birds, which one leaves.
I once pressed gingkos between pages for the future, 
the other day I saw a girl with a gingko necklace.

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