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Nov 2019
What can I say?
I was a bad sunrise,
quick scudded to cloud
and withholding.

Look at it this way,
it was a great day
for pictures,
unshadowed,
no hotspots
to burn away
in a dance.

We were a function
really, a shallow
angle of incidence,
a glancing blow,
mathematic,
not prismatic,
no split beam,
just one garish
morning thing,

and a slow
overcast
trundle
to a setting.
Devon Brock
Written by
Devon Brock  55/M/Middle America
(55/M/Middle America)   
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       vb, Wk kortas and Carlo C Gomez
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