The sky melts from blue to
tangerine near the horizon line;
sprinkles of stars
struggle, fading back to night
so they may sleep
on the other side of the globe.
The sun rises and stretches,
throwing majesty at all corners
of the morning, and announcing
its blinding ascent to
Awake with bird chirp-songs.
I absorb the breaking day
in waves as the ground drinks
the dotted dew off the wet grass.
I have not slept in the night,
hungry for the clockwork
potential of an infant tomorrow.
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