Monday 3 September 2012

After Dawn


Chirruping birds rest to dots on the
Blue and black horizon, bridged by
A crimson sunrise, mirrored on a
White mountain, turned orange on the top.
Blue hills changing colour turning green;
A man milking his cow, a driver starting
A bus, The postman picking letters, to
Deliver:  Waking streets, breathing rush and
Laughter, School children, daily workers, gather
like ants, and scatter like flocks  chased by
A gunshot at a starting point or by
A hunter; The stations fill with motion,
Blaring horns of buses, the first note like
Beeps of an early morning alarm. 

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