The Hour That Doesn’t Exist.

At 4:30am

Chill of Heat

Blue-Washed Hue

Abandoned Street.


Life, Hidden from View-

Bare Feet

Closed Curtains and Heavy Heads.


Tomorrow’s Outfit and Yesterday’s Threads

Dogs at the End of Beds

Noses Pointing Door-ward.


Dawn Chorus Erupts in a Nation

A Wing of Nature Moving Forward

Bring Us from Our Sedation


Remind Us We are Alive!


Our Closed-box Lives

Office Nine to Five’s

How Many Times Have We Missed…


The Hour That Does Not Exist.

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