Waiting for True Day

She sits on the grass

It is cold and wet

As the darkness

Of the morning

And moonless

Early morning

Rise around her

.

Still

She sleeps

Eyes closed

With soft skin

Mouth open

Tasting the ice air

.

As the air

Slowly thaws

Red begins to rise

In the lightening sky

Water drops

On the soft skin

And her

Dark eyes

Open

.

In front

The sky

Is a badly mixed drink

Slopping red there

Pink here

And blue everywhere

.

She blinks

Thinking

She is disoriented

Then she gazes

Around her

At the landscape

Black backed by color

.

She sits down

Head spinning

And leans back

Waiting

For the sun

To rise

And the sky

To clear out

To true day

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