Dawn At the Pond
The pond is brackish
a smear of lichen,
a low shaded haze.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
bursting dams of light.
Wings will shake off
the dwindling shadows
slap the pond and call
until the water awakes.
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