Monday, October 17, 2011

October poem

An October dawn seen from my breakfast table.

Since the beginning of April I have been writing, instead of a diary entry, something that vaguely (sometimes more closely) resembles a poem. This is one about a dawn I wrote a few days ago.

The precious Indian summer days

slipped away under cover of a near full moon night

leaving behind a gray morning


the peach, orange, tangerine dawn


of my last few breakfasts.

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