COLOR OF DAWN

Not unlike the stones

that make a house

a home. Not unlike

the swirl of an open

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window. Not unlike

arms open, hands

poised to dust dirty

knees and faces.

Not unlike the pods

that break open like

walnuts, rich savor

of spring or summer

painting the world

the color of dawn.