Poetry

Dawn

On your front porch

Where intolerance cowers below a rainbow flag

We sat around an ash covered table

Listening to a symphony of lively songbirds

Sharing cigarettes, tea and sleepy glances

Your eyes still struggled to awaken

And you hair stuck up in a few places

As if it were stretching towards the sky

And shaking off the sandman’s magic

The Earth ushered in the most beautiful dawn

As if she rotated just enough

To let the morning sun light up

The right side of your face

And she blew the wind to your left

So that the smoke from your lips

Could gently brush my cheek

SWD 07/2019

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