in the chill of time
the sun must leap
before it really rises
above the level of
sanctimonious clouds
already hard at work
and comes at last to
my neighbor’s roof
where I wait and watch
first its radiant aura
peering at it from the side
just above the ridge-line
with steep glances yes I say
I am the one over here
in the darkness where
I wait for you to find me
finally rising as you must
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