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Summer Session

Steven Federle

Summer Poems, 2011

The Summons


When the sun rises each one of us is summoned 
by the living and the dead to praise God.”
Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander.

At dawn
you sent
towering clouds
and fine ice driven
into spring roses,

red petals scattered 
on pure white ground

and took my breath away,

so now I seek you
like death 
clean and clear
in lingering day

as green and golden, 
long shadows flow east
and birdsong fills 
nodding trees.

Breathless 
I hear you!

In gentle rhythm
of swaying wind
I hear my father’s
song again.


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