~
four AM again
it’s very still, no birds, strange,
the cityscape silhouetted in
a pale salmon pink and
thinly washed-out grey dawn
imperceptibly lifts to the
translucent pale blue, of a
thin person’s skin in cold weather,
from behind the cherry
a wet sun starts to bleed
through the dormant branches
ushering out the pastels,
I’m hungry but it’s too early
yet for food, so I potter
through the vegetable patch
that’s become a mini jungle
overnight, the pollinators have
been working overtime to
catch up as it’s almost July,
it’s the aromas that take me
by surprise, overt freshness
that I can almost chew
my grumbling stomach signals
its acquiescence
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