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Morning, 02-19-10

January 24, 2012

Here comes the morning
to take away the ghost-tail clouds.

Along the edge
of the large darkness
pushes the first red line, come to
snuff the street lights
and string the cold-weather birds
along their dotted-line flight
toward morning places.

Grey is always first –
the thickening red line
blurs sharp darkness to grey.
Shortly after,
colors come into focus.

Heavy comes the rest.

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