Just Now, When I Needed It.

How nice was this to wake up to?

 As W.S. Merwin writes in his poem Just Now:

 In the morning as the storm begins to blow away

the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me

that there has been something simpler than I could ever


simpler than I could have begun to find words for


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