Dawn
day break is dawning
I captured the moon yawning
while the sun was getting dressed
I heard cars rolling over
the wet pavement from the mist
of the morning dew the smell of wild
open granduer arouses my memory
of colonial pastures and beckoning hues
the crawling grapevines creeping around
the banyan trees of warm wood cold rock
crisp cedar too why day break is dawning
its dawning anew
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