Morning, 02-19-10

Here comes the morningto take away the ghost-tail clouds.

Along the edgeof the large darknesspushes the first red line, come tosnuff the street lightsand string the cold-weather birdsalong their dotted-line flighttoward morning places.

Grey is always first –the thickening red lineblurs sharp darkness to grey.Shortly after,colors come into focus.

Heavy comes the rest.