Winter sunrise

 

Sunrise climbs

chimney: blood red

clots to umber

 

cotton streaks

jet trail arrows

foreign clime;

 

my lemon tree

hogs the light

hides inside

 

this northern winter.

A belonging

hard won,

 

clock breathes

death chime

 

‘Never look back.’

 

White rabbit

runs

 

for freedom.

 

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