First Light - Mike Tuggle

[Larry Robinson]

First Light 


From way down deep some dog is howling,

to the moon, to his mate, to his misery

From way down deep in my dream I hear him

and when I open my eyes I hear him

Neither awake nor asleep, I lie here

like the sky and listen,

Unsure if it’s coming from me

or from the bottomless woods.


	- Mike Tuggle

	(Mike Tuggle was Sonoma County’s Poet Laureate in 2008 and 2009)
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