Morning
Wake to savor the taste of sidewalk chalk
Pelted clean from the pavement of a dream
By pearled drubbing rain on a morning walk
Guttered dun as runoff coffee with cream
Down to the sea boiling just at the knee
Ebbing broth lapping at a straight ruled dawn
Brined hands offered up, a reverent sieve
Keys to pocket against a day full drawn.
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