The curtain of five-thirty
in the morning is
dark as pitch
and quite opaque though
persistent dawn slips
through at the edges
now and then drawn
shawl-like against a curious
draft wool tickling and
warming your shoulders
at the window other people’s
dreams buffet the glass
seductive cold as snowmelt.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: US National Park Service
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