Blue Gray Hush

Sunrise_10.7.2014

The cloud cover scribbled in the sky, holes
torn like mohair, signs of moths and autumn,
a gathering of the plums, rain, and cool.

The clean light, spare in the spotted window
pane, the sunrise bares routine: lunches, bags,
folded clothes, bright alarm, a kiss. Slow in

the small of morning, a blue gray hush, we
lie facing each other, a sallow moon
turning over inside the haze of day.

-dce

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