Morning Walk

Carefully trodding

Through cold and wet puddles

Of nothing

In the predawn

.

The sky is dark around you

As the sunbird

Has yet to caw his day

.

In you hands

A grey metal

Folding chair sits

.

Eyes closed from exhaustion

You ascend

The tall hill

.

On the top

Chair unfolded

Sitting and waiting

.

Around you

The world

Blushes

As the darkness

Slinks away

And the world

Is revealed

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