Another

A hush as the curtain is tugged

. . .

and the rest of the world

lets

OUT

a breath it's held since dawn.

Ah h

hh

h

h

hh

h

The Earth, gently overwhelmed by another first hour

molten grace, greedily devoured

by a suckling newborn horizon

The vibrancy of an old memory splashed and splayed,

tuckered out, tucked back in

it rests its head

seeping,

against the dearth

and want