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Thursday morning –
a reticent dawn hauls
in a wandering chill from the north,
surprised clouds –

a seedling-sun drools over the humming road
rhythm of a weekday –
minutes and hours in a resplendent
parade – camaraderie of a half-done
afternoon and the
sun steered into
a tired road and dusty dogs –
street corners crouching beneath sweaty
heaving tires of school buses –

Thursday – today – will walk
away – from the road –
the dogs –
my life –

Will the sun grow into a
tree?