dawn's cooling
ground
moist with dew
neighborhood streets fill with the fog
of a possible sun
open portals
to
anywhere
while trees tremble imperceptibly in their worship
of
sky
and
day
shadows tucked in the back of a blue jay's throat
gray and timeless
gray and ageless
light begs for admittance into this morning's kingdom of clouds
this moment
vaporous magic
transparent
possible
