Yawning through clouds
                                                    a rooster announces a
                                                    lazy sun.

                                                   Tapping of rain on 
                                                   tin; ants knock at the door
                                                   begging to come in.

                                                   Dragonfly wings dipped in
                                                   silver melt on
                                                   the edge of morning.

                                                   Out on the road, empty
                                                   bellied children feast on the
                                                   echo of their own laughter.


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One response to “6am

  1. Jingle

    You are represented as fresh poets to explore, yet not a participant until you place your entry in…
    You are invited to attend poets rally week 34, read the agreement and place your link in when you are ready, have fun! Poetry awards are given upon participation on or by Sunday.
    Happy Friday!

    powerful job.

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