A Dew Drooping Dawn

A reluctant dawn predicts a heel dragging day. The sun slinks away from the sky with dawn cast eyes. Pond ducks swim slow, as amnesia paddles them in nowhere circles. Lead tinted tears, plop from stiff trees, or hang as chill, metallic drops of melting air. Some early hours must drip-dry all over your eyes creating a lip-heavy sag, until someone you don't like the look of, shouts: "Good morning,"