An overcast dawn asserted rights
to pale entry through my window,
and leaching out my room's warmth,
grasped the edges of things
until they were seen
and knowable,
stained with truth,
silver,
gray.
Caveat: Poem #586
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An overcast dawn asserted rights
to pale entry through my window,
and leaching out my room's warmth,
grasped the edges of things
until they were seen
and knowable,
stained with truth,
silver,
gray.
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Wow! I think this is one of your best nonets yet. The images are so vivid, and the rhythms of the lines are so compelling–effortless, yet inevitable. I suppose the form itself contributes to the inevitability. I think you have a special talent for nonets–the form seems to bring out some of your best work.