first light
I let Diego out at first light,
felt so finite under fading stars,
I heard a distant dog’s bark carried
on the breeze
from the village, it
sounded like Bill’s bark, a
soul mate I just buried and at that
moment
dawn was a maroon thing of beauty,
the crown of the sun
appeared
hurling sparks,
loss became a river that
flowed away from me
and near the river
a coyote yipped a frenzy
of dawn songs
the wolves of Afghanistan must’ve heard
and replied:
“here are the ruins of war”.
Loss is mostly everywhere
but dawn
spills its fiery light misted up
forever young
across all the rivers of earth.
-John Macker
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well done
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