Dawn Redone

You wake up in the morning 
and are disappointed. 
It’s the way it is for some people,
ridden to exhaustion by resentment;  

an infestation of starving mice 
chasing after the smell of spoiled food 
and fleeing the hungry cat. 

Wondrous, when we forgive 
and face the morning.  

Was the dawn of Adam’s first day				
any more beautiful than today’s? 

The pink streaks of heaven mingling 
with the common blue and the gray clouds 
that you know will be white once the sun 
has burned in a day’s life, purified them. 

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