Notes on Coffee Before Sunrise

Crows calling in the deep blue/black, star filled sky of dawn. They are invisible among the bare tree crowns and frosted roof tops.

Restless and wrathful like the dark id side of night’s sweet slumber. A drunken mob fleeing from what they have done and looking for one more. Fleeing above the here and there house lights, like glittering pearl sparkle in a black ocean vast and diminishing before the incoming tide of morning.

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