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Feb 2011
February sunrise:
orange fading to yellow,
then even paler yellow.
Skeleton trees
silhouetted against
    the sky.
The colored light
reflected in windows.
A streak of grey.
The stillness is
   enveloping:
no sound, no one.
The sky grows lighter --
telephone poles stand
   guard.
Houses still slumber
this February morn.
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