First Light
The pond is brackish
a smear of lichen,
a low haze.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
to burst dams of light.
Wings will shake off
dwindling shadows,
slap the wet air
until the water awakes.
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