The First Morning
by Larry D. Thomas

following the foggy lips
of her doctor
oozing the news of remission,
she drowsily heard,

opening its gifts of moments
under a tree much too old
to date with any accuracy,
a mockingbird

belting out a necklace
of notes so diamond-like
they dazzled the nuclear
explosion of sunrise.

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