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Sunrise
By Rob Funkhouser
Sunrise
Night’s chill lingers
Confused by the early arrival
Of daylight
The warm sky
Has not yet had its say
In regards to the weather
Melody gently rings
From tensioned brass
Through glass and limestone
Calling into question
The conditions within
Elusive birds begin
To humbly add an element
Of harmony
To the boisterous rhythm
Of the crickets
Night and day converge
As forlorn lovers
Caressing gently
For but a moment
The secret places
Known only through
Patient feeling
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