Another
A hush as the curtain is tugged
. . .
and the rest of the world
lets
OUT
a breath it's held since dawn.
Ah h
hh
h
h
hh
h
The Earth, gently overwhelmed by another first hour
molten grace, greedily devoured
by a suckling newborn horizon
The vibrancy of an old memory splashed and splayed,
tuckered out, tucked back in
it rests its head
seeping,
against the dearth
and want
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