A lone white cat, white gull, crescent moon we wait
watching for the fishing boats and dawn to start the day.
A single light on a boat.
First elaborate birdsong accompanied by a sky turned pink at the edge.
The last light of night, four stars aligned, pointing at the feeble moon.
Pink glow of sunrise creeps brighter and the sun wins again today.
A woman walks the boardwalk and the work of the day begins.
Fishermen call across from boat to boat to shore and to the woman on shore.
She imagines they have invited her to join them
and she hides her shy, sly smile of desire and acceptance.
Hello sunrise.
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