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Morning Tide

Celebrated New York Poet, Debra Ifill returns with her latest poem, Morning Tide

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by Debra Ifill, for outsideleft.com
originally published: January, 2007
Celebrated New York Poet, Debra Ifill's Morning Tide
by Debra Ifill, for outsideleft.com
originally published: January, 2007
Celebrated New York Poet, Debra Ifill's Morning Tide

Morning Tide

Morning tide;
Calling swift and cutting,
Then drifting completely from my view.

I had it once,
Long before,
At times without you.
But, I want it more
And again
And now,
My permeable minded,
Haunting, like the words that mothers leave behind,
Malleable, you.

Let's have it more, I beg
And turn my dreams full view
As disbelieving,
Non-reprieve,
'Tis death
But 'tis true.

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