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Birth of Day

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the old cane rocking chair

creaked back and forth

back and forth

on the farmhouse stoep*

the figure hunched

against the cold night air

held her warm gown close

across her bony chest

as she watched the sky

lighten almost imperceptibly

with the pale rose of the sun

birthing a new day

wondering

what it would bring

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*stoep – South Africa a porch or veranda

©DGA 30 November 2011 04:52