Dawn Patrol
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The light is up
Gray light of
Normal dawn
It’s pretty much a wash
Just now
Though I think there is a promise
Of more colors
Like crayons
Beneath the single tone
Which I guess is a crayon color
Too
And hip
Gray trends
After all
Though I prefer the brown tones
Then add in some orange
Then the rest
The dawn
It will have these
But also start
With pink
And be a marvel
Sunrise
On Earth
A rival experience
In the Solar System
Because we also rise
With air
And with water
And with fertile ground
Sometimes planted
Sometimes fallow
In relationship
So that life
Might be obviously abundant
While we guess about the others
Out there
Here
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The gray is lighter
Now
And there is more
The movie’s almost over
And I’d like to think
Maybe I could sleep at last
And
For a while
I don’t know
I guess I could let you know
Though you have troubles
Of your own
Of course
I know
C L Couch
Photo by Matias Luge on Unsplash
(x = space)
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if Icarus had reined in the glory just a little
(and how could he)
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low above the ground
I think I could handle that
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maybe that’s how
I fly in dreams
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which hasn’t happened
for a while
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I used to feel the muscles
just inside my shoulder blades
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for wings extending
two times out
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like birds
and then I’d rise
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from the backyard
or wherever
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feel the strain
muscles thrumming silently
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inside
over rooftops
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of the neighbor homes
I’d know
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the dreams ending with the rising
and a little more
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a promise
I suppose
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that flight is good
and I should rise a little higher
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next time
I don’t know
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it is understandable
to glory in the moment
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then go for more
moments and glory in this
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can youth
or anyone with freedom
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in the sky
not want more
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want to go on
get closer to the source
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yet we are reined in
by expectations
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and the limits
of our vehicles
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someday we might have wings
that aren’t restrained
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by metal
or by sun
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which is why we dream
perhaps
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design on paper
in the morning
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or the evening
just before retiring
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to set ourselves
maybe
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to dream some more
over rooftops
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over planets
in alliance
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with the sun
this time
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we awake
to design
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and make
with nature
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our impulses
to be free
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beyond the confines
of ourselves
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as it is
(and shall be)
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negotiating mortal
with immortal
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our vision
(not the looking)
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for our sustenance
of spirit
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C L Couch
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Photo by History in HD on Unsplash
Originally from the Library of Congress, this AI recoloured photograph depicts early aviator Steve MacGordon circa 1915 in the cockpit of a biplane shortly before his death. MacGordon was one of the earliest pioneers in aviation and held many of the inaugural records in flight.
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(x = space)
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Flying, Creeping Things
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I liken the bird
To the Holy Spirit
That flies with grace,
Usually
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Often arrives
As a surprise
That on good
Days knows the wind
And all the stirrings
Of the Earth,
That often arrives
As shadow,
Serving
As prophecy
Anticipated
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The Bible kind
Nothing marketed
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We can aim
And shoot
And tear the metaphor
Apart
Or we can listen
Glossolalia
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A song announcing
God is alive
In fragile revelation
For our sakes
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Closely attend
An irony of notice,
Trampling the uncertainty
Doctrine or fear
Demand
With the way in
We’ve always wanted
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C L Couch
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Leviticus 11:21-22
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Photo by Agustin Fernandez on Unsplash
Punta Alta, Buenos Aires, Argentina
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