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Click hereGhazal the Distance
I find her slate cleared and ask if it's morning.
Knees pinch a trim waist in bathtub this morning.
Face north; the cloud count is higher than normal.
Measuring raindrops for drinks in the morning.
One new, the absence has eaten her laughter.
Photos and leather have opened her morning.
Once, on an ice flow, I dreamed of a penguin,
who told me it's warmer to swim in the morning.
Trapped in a sunspot, she kisses the weather
and waits for Chuck's signal to tell her it's morning.
The ghazal is a particularly difficult form, and I think you've executed it quite well. Some of the couplets are a little mysterious, as they are supposed to be, and some are kind of funny, and I always like funny. Thanks.