{"id":1288,"date":"2011-10-03T21:55:14","date_gmt":"2011-10-03T21:55:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1288"},"modified":"2011-10-04T22:52:10","modified_gmt":"2011-10-04T22:52:10","slug":"flynn-obrien-1011","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/flynn-obrien-1011\/","title":{"rendered":"Flynn O&#8217;Brien"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>This Side of Morning (for Rachel Wetzsteon)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Simple,<br \/>\neach morning is<br \/>\na new breath, a small light<br \/>\ngently nudging my pretend death<br \/>\nawake.<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_2_0_1_13124724901313667\">I rise<br \/>\nso the day will<br \/>\nknow I care, know I try<br \/>\nto meet its loveliness again.<br \/>\nI try<\/p>\n<p>to let<br \/>\nit breathe for me,<br \/>\nto me, its respiring<br \/>\nis me and my air only its,<br \/>\nI know,<\/p>\n<p>but it\u2019s<br \/>\nrough, feels forced, this<br \/>\nremembering always,<br \/>\nnever coming naturally<br \/>\nlike light<\/p>\n<p>or joy<br \/>\nin the morning<br \/>\noutside of me, where I<br \/>\ncan\u2019t quite believe in teacups and<br \/>\nrainstorms,<\/p>\n<p>simple<br \/>\nthings to hold dear.<br \/>\nI try to let them help<br \/>\nbut there\u2019s no end it seems to the<br \/>\ntrying.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Side of Morning (for Rachel Wetzsteon) Simple, each morning is a new breath, a small light gently nudging my pretend death awake. 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