Wipe your eyes with a
kerchief so the tears
outline your hand. Is
that a face reflected
there as well? Sit down
on any available cushion,
take in the view. Either
the depicted one — a
row of hills, some trees
that will return in a later
piece — or something of
your own making, still
taking shape & not ready
to be revealed, hidden
in blackness. These are
some of the sights that
the windows of the dawn
might open out on to.
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