Breath of Morning

When she closes her eyes
she sees a sunlit skyline torn
between the breath of morning
and the sigh of dawn.
A yearn to move.

She steps tipping
one toe before the other
across a varied landscape
felt all too familiar.
Thinking.

Thinking of her genuine wish
to draw back a moment’s tick
to time’s inexorable passing tock:
to relish in childish whims
and innocent farce.

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