here i sit again
before the dawn
on the third of four terraces
all others asleep below
i can't help but
marvel at the sky
dark blue yet
hinting of the coming light
the sun will rise
above a series of silhouettes
of the mountains
behind me
dewdrops surrounding
will become
a bewildering maze
and most will awake
to an ordinary day
in a given place in a given
moment
i am
stripped of this every time
i watch dawn get started
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August 2010
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