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No light at 6am
September 25, 2016
The dawn hasn’t come
In its customary flourish
Of early trumpets and
Yellow sun-drummers
still asleep and puffing grey drowse while
Live things move on cat-haunches
Restless and covered in shadow
© Natalie D.,Marblehead, MA
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I wrote this in New York City before my mom woke up. everything was very grey and ambiguous looking, which made me realize how much my perception of day and life and awakeness changes when there isn't an established 'day' yet. everything becomes more industrious and robotic, and relys on human emotion to vitalize it.