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First Light’s Ray

Bending a slit of crease

folds un-seam, its opening

and first light’s ray bathes the

woken body still asleep


Fully wide

eyes take in

each sight in



Four baby robins

hopping about un-

mowed grass-blades

high-wavering thin

as gentle gusts scream

tag-you’re it


vehicles I’ve never known

packing the curbside, one

of these is leaking oil

painting the tar-hot,

so hot-steaming blur

apparently streams to sky


Children, face painted in

chalk-based costumes,

offering a noisy chatter

that offends the ears yet

enlightens the brain


which is when I had to close the shades

for while I observe

the dogs feel threatened

and must be convinced

their is nothing outside to see


About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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