Dawn Reassessed
Dawn shows up, fresh and lovely, bringing cool
And still-damp air. A savior she'd be if not for
The cares to which she's shackled. These she
Drags back close to me, and says, "They are
Not mine. They're yours. Take them. Let me
Move past freely." Having been reburdened
With them, I curse Dawn as she retreats. "In
Fact, you are not very lovely. You're a dreadful
Thing."
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-06-17 at 13:19
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