Praise in the sense that it is an embracing of emerging experience. —William Stafford
A cloudless sky, mostly blue,
held remnants of peach
at its opening edges.
This longing permeates, resisting
a horizon—a working class assumption
of completeness.
Our culture is from men who recorded tides
before gravity from the moon was proved
by future men.
And we must keep living
in that absence.
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