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Sunrise

Sunrise

the streets

are clear of cars

the fountain

in the square

is churning out a cloud

of cotton candy

where children were

just yesterday

just last year

and the bunny’s in the back

waiting for her to wake up

and the fog is hovering

over Rosemere

like steam

off a coffee pot

and the guy

on the bicycle

has no teeth

and the woman running

has no makeup

and the lady with her bag

doesn’t need any

and the guy sitting outside his can

is puffing his own cloud

and the blades of grass

are growing

there at Garden Hills

where the living and the dead

are gathered

and spread

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery