Notes on Coffee Before Sunrise

Crows calling

in the deep blue/black, star filled dawn;

invisible among the bare tree crowns and frosted roof tops.

Restless, wrathful

the dark id side of night’s sweet slumber.

A drunken mob fleeing

from what they have done

searching for another.

Fleeing above the here and there house lights,

the glittering pearl sparkle in a black

ocean vast but fading

before the rising tide of morning.

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