Creeping Comes The Day
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Susan Lacovara
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The feathering fog
Creeps down the boulevard
As if a shaken sheet
Across a bed
Slithers soft
'Round trees trunks
Thick as words left unsaid
Heavy and humid
Holding back the day's dance
Whispering as it washes
The dirty streets at dawn
Like a hand that dusts
The old piano
It's dewy fingers
Pass with a wave
And within the visible veil
Creeping comes the day
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