the darkness after dawn

Posted: May 8, 2014 in writing
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fireworks in the sunrise,

birdsong in the dark morning.

trash is foreign once it’s trash;

how alien like our dirt becomes.

the left tipped wing of an eagle;

gone forever, and here no more.

vibrant purples and brilliant blues.

oh, the masses of squirrels.

 

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