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Dedicated to my brother who lit the fire under my ass to finish this.
Tell me of a dawn,
A gentle one by the sea,
Heads tilted back like sails,
Side-stepping clicking crabs,
Losing ground to ankle deep water.
Tell me of a dawn,
A tranquil one in the mountains,
Sipping cloud frothed tea,
Huffing up tar and rock in Converse,
Humbled by the shaded nakedness.
Tell me of a dawn,
A deafening one in the city,
Puttering by worn steel,
Honking and coughing bustling jackets,
Connecting over phone dings.
Tell me of a dawn,
An anticipated one of home,
The cackling and earnest snoozes,
Floating deep in cotton and down,
Sniffing comfort in cinnamon.
Tell me of a dawn,
Abandoned at the beep,
Frail and clasping at goodbyes,
Checkered coffee and papers,
Crusted eyes in wide smiles.
Tell me of a dawn,
After the burial of wood,
When the windows are too big,
Islands of sunlit photos,
Hinges mute as the pen clicks.
Tell me of a dawn,
When yellow will be more than mustard,
Pink will pop in fevers,
Silver will sparkle off grey,
Banana fed hair will burn.
Tell me of a dawn,
Climbing to a sleepy noon,
Slumped over a wonton soup-ed evening,
Nestled into cologned letters,
Battered sighs will ease into breathing.
