Waking Up
The sunrise after a dreamless night:
morning frost shining like angel spit
atop dead grass,
while light reassures us
that's there more than darkness
between the sleepwalker
and a broken toe.
"...morning frost shining like angel spit..."
Waking Up
The sunrise after a dreamless night:
morning frost shining like angel spit
atop dead grass,
while light reassures us
that's there more than darkness
between the sleepwalker
and a broken toe.
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