BEFORE DAWN

White sky,

purple frigates crash

into foothill silhouettes—

some slip behind,

compass heading east

trailing a damp cold front.

Headlights crawl

up the road, spotlight

searches sycamores

to a heavy bass beat

for something to kill,

something to eat.

One response to “BEFORE DAWN

  1. What a wonderful sight, John, and a wonderful poem to go with it!

    janet

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