-sunrising- DRAFT
early summer morning
before the fierce motorcycles crack
a near fatal blow to the atmosphere,
the sun’s refreshed from a cool night’s sleep,
the sun’s refreshed from a cool night’s sleep,
a dry heat radiating from its impossible face.
coffee's poured close to the brim
and I'm stepping cautiously foot over foot like Phillipe
and I'm stepping cautiously foot over foot like Phillipe
between the buildings, determined
but cursing the edge.
then the bindings of the restless poets,
spines worn through years of inquisitions,
spines smooth-edged, newly acquired
or passed-over for reasons unknown but to me,
spines worn through years of inquisitions,
spines smooth-edged, newly acquired
or passed-over for reasons unknown but to me,
linger on row, an exposition, dry or drenched,
in either case pleading a case for themselves
in either case pleading a case for themselves
and cursing the decisions, I step cautiously around them
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