Morningpoem: 1

in the high dawn
faint yellow over orange
a shiver of wind through bare branches
a thin gasping cry

the woman downstairs
is coming  or
the man downstairs
is killing her  or
there is no one downstairs

or a dream

is slipping through the cracks
in the walls of night slipping
into
my day

order
dishevels

birdsong
sunlight

a faint humming
through the timbers
of my house

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