12. dawn by Peter Humphreysearly morning
light
golden in
colour
touches
nay
caresses
the old fort
in streets
beneath
pigeons
gather
in congregation
this Sunday
morning
bump yellow
tram early
on its way
scatters them
as
black cat
thin and
pointy
dashes mouse
to prey
women of
the night
long since
home
tucked up
in bed
early
workers
walking
in as
old men
sleep
in boxes
under
noisy
olive trees
Lisbon is
awakening
dawn
is
cracking 07/30/2006 Posted on 07/31/2006 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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