Sun’s Up
Sun’s up,
seagulls surfing
upon winds
of light
and morning,
across the early
dawning,
and wisps
of an empty sky,
and below,
the tide
is high,
her waves
riding,
crashing,
upon
the old
and crumbling
sea wall,
and behind
the dunes,
they that tower
with shifting
sands,
moving
soundlessly,
endlessly,
and inland
slowly,
ever so slowly,
a distant train,
rattles,
and crawls,
blindly,
at the edge
of passing time,
and in floods
of forgotten
fields,
mirroring together
reflections
the passing clouds
above,
great cathedrals
drift on
the wind
with an awakening
dawn,
of a December
sky.
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