Wednesday, August 10, 2016


They timed their talks at dawn –
at that sweet fleeting zenith of its pinkness;
pink at that intensity, they were persuaded, lent them

an immensity of sentience which could sometimes brush epiphany! –
findings of the finest kind. This didn’t leave them too much time:
in moments dawn was gone: the pink so quickly blinked

away to gray and milky blue, they couldn’t always
recollect exactly what the spectacle of dawn-
imbued insight had led them to. But ah! –

they knew a new pink dawn would soon
ensue and surely bring them yet
a flicker closer to the true.


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