Come to Cling

Issue 8

This mere of morning --
This going to
             or hardly from
This treetop speckled sigh
             with quiets in
Where skies will find
             what’s never said
             to marry
 
This mere of morning --
             as branches give
             and hummings sweep 
             so far along
 
As always comes to cling
             what’s waking
And smoke will go
             as heavens bring
 
This mere of morning –
             its eyes of wisp
             ​its prize of blend

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Hiram Larew is the founder of Poetry X Hunger: Bringing a World of Poets to the Anti-Hunger Cause. He has had poems appear in recent issues of Ghudsavar, Contemporary American Voices, Poetry Scotland’s Gallus, ZiN Daily, The Iowa Review and West Trade Review.

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