Painting
with the first peek of dawn
over the marsh
nature rubs the sleep from her eyes
leaving splotches of red, blue, and brown
as an afterimage.
Just so,
the finches, cardinals and jays eat
an early breakfast from the birdfeeder
flying off before the sun
casts the image away with a warm push
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