The sky is blue except for

the wispy, pink tiger’s teeth

hanging down in the West.

It will soon be black and

dotting the heavens with a

sprinkling of light

flirting with the earth

winking in and out.

Sunrise holds a similar


Dark to light, with little

announcement such a

gradual change occurs.

The gentleness of a dove

or the joy of a mockingbird

may usher in the day.

We missed whatever show

occurred above

while we napped to restore

our life ticket to the day.









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