Bluegrass Dawn Poem by Phillip Erb

Bluegrass Dawn



Fog swaddles the morning
Softening the sun's flame
With each smoke gray breath
Exhaled by the lungs of ghost

Rousing to life sleep swollen
Servants of dawn
Dog-eared and jet-lagged
By the sweltering stress
Symptomatic of reentry

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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