In dawn's first light I sit on my balcony to watch the fire fight.
Gleaming red spills historic battle scenes on a page of ether
washing previous ink blots away for new visuals.
I'm up to it.
Waking sleep from it's slumber to be cast in mosaics
mouth squabbling with gravity, lungs grasping for a glimpse of the living, fresh and unbridled.
Yawn.
©Krishna Volk 2010
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