
Alberto Ríos — December Morning in the Desert
Poetry Unbound
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When i was 13, i wrote a love poem to the stars. I showed it to my english teacher, and she said, no, you can't be inLove with the stars. You have to be in love with a person. And for me, that edge was like the edge of being alive. So i love the setting of this poem. O december morning in the desert, by alberto rios,. The morning is clouded and the birds are hunched, more cold than hungry, more numb than loud. This crisp arizona shore, where desert meets the coming edge of the winter world, it is cold news and stark announcement. We should hear the stars as
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