COLOR OF DAWN

  Not unlike the stones

  that make a house

  a home. Not unlike

  the swirl of an open

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  window. Not unlike

  arms open, hands

  poised to dust dirty

  knees and faces.

  Not unlike the pods

  that break open like

  walnuts, rich savor

  of spring or summer

  painting the world

  the color of dawn.