Dawn Walk

cannot sleep have to walk through the dark to find myself Sunup arrives trundled out by painted clouds for a melting instant flamingos dance across a shivering horizon the day will warm its face by thawing its smoky breath on the back of a sleeping groundhog by running bare through creaky bushes after all it is summer the drizzle will soon stop seeping from new filled lakes dry its sodden dreams on drowsy leafage the new sky roams around for a while adrift in its shadow landscape then it slips through a gap in the fence gleaming out startled by its own revealing