of the sun
rising beyond the trees
behind her house.
the violet
air.
the brush of new sunlight
stroked
across the curve
of earth.
i can't remember the last
time i saw
the sun rise
in person.
how strange the world
is.
as it keeps moving,
spinning.
in a black sea.
to stand there and watch
trying to grasp
what it all might mean.
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