5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING

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5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING

Midnight stars, thrown like glitter
across the night, disappear into the
pre-dawn blue of sunrise.
I drink coffee at my kitchen table.

Devil’s Ivy crawls on my butcher’s block
table like early morning desire crawls on
my belly. I content myself with aloneness,
assume the posture of a ready scribe:

I exhale the staleness of night,
stretching out upon dawn’s desire.
My pen retrieves from slumber-visions
the hidden language of the heart.

© Alice Parris

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