Interruptus Poem by Will Thomas
Interruptus
5 a.m.
Alight and alone.
Modest and mauve.
Beckoning.
Shyly, seductively,
unveiling herself
to a chill and blackened
mid-winter morning.
To the East,
in a pristinely empty sky,
grace notes
that well the eyes,
imtimacies that haunt
and hollow the heart.
Quarter moon.
Two-dollar life.
Beautiful, haunting and misty. Just like the sacred time before dawn.
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