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Dawn


Juliana

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Today I have nothing to be afraid of.

The hour has no hold over me;

I am awake, and the dawn

is pink-cheeked on the horizon.

I stir up the minutes with a coffee spoon

and watch them swirl away.

Around me the green and gold world

shivers awake with the touch of the wind.

The clock hammers insanely

on the mantle, sighs, and stops.

I will measure time now

the way God does;

in the moments of a child,

in summers that last forever.

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