You forget how early the sun comes up.
In Seattle, in summer, when there's 18 hrs. of light,
the dark bleeds away at 4 in the morning.
You forget how slow, streetlights expiring
in no particular order, like inmates on death row.
It had been a while since I saw the sky cycle through colors
no camera or monitor can capture, and that had been
through a haze, anyway, at the end of a wrung-out night.
This dawning was clearer, the start of a long, happy day
that just kept getting
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