First Light To Keep

The first cut sharp and burning red,
  don’t edit away its fire

Keep the wound both fresh and raw,
  never cauterize your ire

The horizon breaks just once each day,
  a new dawn—cold hearts aspire
  
Rays burning deep, first light to keep
   —old ashes to inspire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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