Morning

The somber summer’s morning breeze
Blows the pillowy clouds due east
The sun’s bright shadow washed through streets
A shower of gold at Dawn’s sweet feet

Resting on a pillow of morning clouds
Behind sheets he bleached brighter than bright
Half-asleep as he rose above the mounds
Out of his hiding behind his wall of light

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