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Poetry

Every morning I pull up the blinds,

Letting in the trees into the study.

Their seasonal shadows first hover

Then blend into subconsciousness.

They speak to the desk, assembled

into a four-legged beast, yet remains

Kin in their kingdom of wilderness.

They conjure up each other at night.

—Joseph O. Legaspi

“Poetry” first appeared in Poetry Magazine, the Poetry Foundation. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Jr Korpa, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.