for what may suffice
we do not thank distant stars
our hands do the work
our minds will require
proper food in due season
for each of our tasks
in the longer nights
we wait for angry morning
and do our duty
the word is not flesh
but is moved by carnal need
for every substance
owl that patient waits
on the high branches for prey
gazes long at us
14 October 2007
normal day of obligation
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