I am caught between
The sunrise and the page
Knowing I should watch
The sky’s edge for a
pastel signal
Knowing I should write
The signal down in darkest
ink
So as the prophet says
Those who run may read it
There are no runners here
On this narrow patio
Nor readers, still I fear
That caught between
The sunrise and the page
I shall miss the sunset
And the word
JRMcF
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