Night
Dawn thins,
with invisible brushes
of light and sky,
the clouds
luminous islands
shimmer between
the shadows
of night
and morning’s
awakening eye,
and below
in the city,
street lights flicker,
cars chase
the quickening
passage
the hurrying
of time,
though silent
is the bell tower,
above the market
the queues
of rooks
upon the rooftops,
black as night,
hidden,
and as blind.
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