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It's three in the morning.Tomorrow is almost todayin a dusky, doubtful yawnthat asks a wordless question.
Will comfort come hiddenbehind a setting sun—twin buttocks and a fault line?There is no "why," just a crack.
When the bed is a planetrotating around singular Me's,age appears as a distant star,another's magnetic field.
God is what sleep cannotefface but never shows his faceexcept when I get up droopy-eyed,shave away my mask from yesterday.
Death makes us all astronomerslooking for new galaxies in cosmic dust. [End Page 58]
Thomas J. Braga, professor emeritus of French (SUNY Plattsburgh), was born in Fall River, Massachusetts. He has published eleven books of poetry, among them Portingales, Chants Fugitifs (in French), Coffee in the Woodwinds, Motley Coats, Amory, and Brush Strokes.
