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This Day Dawns

This day dawns pink orange white tinge of blue

Memory of thundercloud day before

Lightning filled sky

Finger jab quick enough to be a dream

Then waves of light upon light

A boom a flash and it begins again.

This morning’s sky tinged with the afterthoughts

Of storm

What was said what went unsaid what should never be spoken

Drift across sky waterwashed almost white

Pushing edgeward where colors lie waiting patiently

To be worn again.

from roof in Mabar

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