Sun Rise
J
James McLain
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The air...is still..thick..
Heavy..moist..it..moves..
Around...a dropp of water..
That drips from the moss..
Between...forked..limbs..
Two...Live oaks..split..the..
Skies..sleepy world...to..
Hold open...one lethargic..
Tired..trimed....yellow eye..
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