Tuesday, August 1, 2017

advection











dawn's cooling

ground
moist with dew
neighborhood streets fill with the fog
of a coming sun
open portals
to
anywhere
while trees tremble imperceptibly in their worship
of
sky
and
day
shadows tucked in the back of a blue jay's throat
gray and timeless
gray and ageless
light begs for admittance into this morning's kingdom of clouds

this moment
vaporous magic
transparent

possible


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