Embarrassed, morning lifts her eyes,
Stares light shafts, paints in colour.
Coffee buzzing, coughing like a man - awake -
only just, Percolates and fizzes.
Softly, through a gauze of silence
Voices and a hum of low traffic;
Broken sirens and snapped out market stalls.
Silence packed away with clattering force.
The air seems crisp with a hope electrical pulses
A new place of desire and hope - and dread
Dawn now blushes strangely like
A shy lover after the night.
To kiss night out and embrace with the mistress
Day, a liaison of broken promises.
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