The Book of Hours

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Waking early, I catch the trail
of night. Its silky ink
dissipates by inches while I sip
black tea. By the time 

I’m in the car,
a golden arboretum of light
is growing in the sky over the bridge.
A privilege a privilege

a privilege, I intone
to the turn signal’s tick,
to live in the see-saw center
of need and ease.

Magda Andrews-Hoke

Magda Andrews-Hoke lives in Philadelphia, Pa. She has studied literature, religion, and linguistics, and was the 2019 recipient of the Frederick Mortimer Clapp Fellowship for Poetry. Her poems can be found in Commonweal Magazine, Transpositions, and The Yale Logos.

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