A streetlight pulled its face away,
As if in disgust. The morning today was
Darker than usual. The sky padded with hesitant
Clouds, the sun out too late last night and missed its rise.
Propelled to bridge level, it
Shocks the eye to see you, blinding
Through the rip in the canvas of gloom,
Spearheads of the afternoon that had fallen
Short and filtered down the darkness of the morning.
The unnatural streetlight
Almost looked like sunlight, the corner
Of your world stitched onto your cape, fluttering
In your wake, a special halo. A bird calls, and your face calls
The sun, glowing white and fading into warmth as you face your
Landscape, survey your kingdom. Your kingdom is somewhere further than the rows
And rows of jerking bumper lights crawling beneath our feet, far and beautiful enough
For your eyes to
Curve gently.
A sunrise.
Picture
Perfect.
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