Before curtains are drawn
and light can enter the mind -
the day fresh and uneaten;
before lover's hand
alights upon the warm spine -
sleep stirred into action,
Winged artist warbles aural paint;
ears fill with gravity - a planet
returned, a promise fulfilled.
The sun given its yellow haze; the eucalypt
greened and greyed, the sky, with each trill
and cadence, returned from night into blue.
Hear the artist's work; brush strokes
with feathered throat and hard beak;
the world made whole in the dawn.
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