Dawn Chorus
On the vacant road, the eastern sky on fire,
I listen out the window to the robins and warblers.
To the left, a bruised orange moon
hangs over my shoulder,
clinging to what’s left of the night.
I turn right, point toward the sun,
clear my throat.
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I love that middle stanza.