Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Waking Up

"...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.






Article © Richard LeDue. All rights reserved.
Published in the July 12, 2021 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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