COLOR OF DAWN


    Not unlike the stones


    that make a house


    a home. Not unlike


    the swirl of an open


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    window. Not unlike


    arms open, hands


    poised to dust dirty


    knees and faces.


    Not unlike the pods


    that break open like


    walnuts, rich savor


    of spring or summer


    painting the world


    the color of dawn.