Angry at Dawn

Nancy


Grim
She accosts this dawn
Most dawns
Their intrusive
Unwelcome
Pink and purple celestial spectacle
The precocious sunbeams
Cautiously converging
For the hunt
Overcoming
Night’s immunity
These heralds of day
His jailers

Defiant
She stands
Where he stood
Touching his presence
Being him
In this
Their place
Composing
Hateful thoughts
About mornings
And daylight
And dawn

Incensed
Irate and fierce
She engages the enemy

A most gentle blooming
Saturday
Appearing
Hesitant
Soft
To a salutation of
Rebuke
Chastisement
Reproach


Depleted
She relents
Turns away
Back to bed or
Work the White-Kemp case or
Read a book or
Watch a movie or
TV
The Weather Channel
She chokes on a giggle

Hair pinned up
Sporting shorts and t-shirt
She washes windows
Laundry
Dishes
Vacuums floors
Dusts the étagère

Nine o’clock
Empty apartment
Empty teacup
Empty DAY

Showered
Dressed
She stares
Through sparkling panes
Beyond the trees
Into blue skies
Not blue eyes

She slumps on the couch
Tucks a pillow
Beneath her head
Brings a pillow
To her face
Presses it there
Screams a name
No one hears
Tears gather

Dawn
Pursues him
The day
Imprisons him
Damn dawn
All mornings
Rainy days
Sunny ones

~

In her dream
She watches
Sunshine
Flood the streets
And avenues
A river
Freed

Inundated roadways
Glowing puddles part
For taxi
Bus
Town car
Wheels

Molten wavelets
Overleap curbs
Spill onto sidewalks
Splash golden beneath
Sneakers
Wingtips
Stiletto heels

Sunlight sloshes
Against brick walls
Stucco
Vinyl
Into brownstone foyers

It glides into alleys
Over dumpsters
Garbage cans
A luminous symphony
A gilded tide
A silent
And public extravaganza
Ostentatious and flamboyant
A concert for the vigilant eye
Too soon giving way
To the ordinariness
Of another day

Sunbeams launch themselves
Scatter
Collide
Climb towers
Glass
Steel
Chrome
Striking here
Propelled there
A geometric route
Flashing triangles
In fascinating
Competition
To the peaks
And roofs

Skyscrapers
Shake their floors
Stir their elevator shafts
Yawn to the heavens
Manhattan awakens
From bottom to top

~

A sunbeam
Dances across her forehead
Slips among the silken bangs
Counts the curled lashes
Peeks under her eyelids

She lies there
A moment more
Rises
Prepares

Climbing down
To gentle hands
Turning in his arms
She smiles
Presents
The sunflowers
Rushes to explain
I thought
The day a thief
Stealing you
Away
I raged
And stamped my feet
In childish tantrum
For me
For you
Who never sees
The glory
I would
So angrily
Scorn

How could I not know
You are the sun
Shining on me
Vincent
Bringing me to life
Showing me
Love

She laughs
For the joy

One day
Vincent
One day
We will receive the dawn
Welcome it
Together

He holds her
His brightest light
And velvet darkness
His very own
Life
Love
All

Will we
Catherine
Will we
Know the sun
Rising
Setting
All the moments between
And what comes after

Sunshine-warm kisses
Bestowed
On lips
Till now
Untouched
Oh yes
Vincent
We will

Let me
Bless
The dawn
Alone
As it finds me
And the daylight
For us

For me
They are you
Miracle
Gift
Wonder


for my Love

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