Why I Walk @ Dawn

Someone has to greet Sirius and Saturn
has to gape at the motley gang at daybreak,
 the gaudy stains of salmon, periwinkle,
fuchsia, tangerine.
Welcome the wind and rain.

Someone has to disturb the morning peace
has to trigger a bugle call: rooster, guinea,
 the brace of faithful beagles that push
 their prattle into the thin air.
Begin the daily rabble.

Someone has to wake before the calendar and clock,
            has to, for a few precious steps, shadow eternity
            soon enough NPR and CNN beckon,   
                         thar she blows, they wail.
                         Here we go, I say.


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