Who will be the First - Sept. 19, 2020
- Gary Hunter
- Sep 18, 2020
- 1 min read
behind the curtain of dawn
a subtle sound
like the faraway groan
of wooden wheels
a thrum that builds
with the light
a few songbirds turn and blink
one stretches a wing and cracks wide a beak
others ruffle and preen their chests
it’s coming but who will be the first?
the one to announce
the sun chariot
has broken the horizon
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