Deep voice and velvet tomato coat,
face screwed up to pastel crystal light
of early morning cool sun
glint off cars waiting to pass in Marriott
-please for taxi's only cul-de-sac-
blister glitter off street sign corner
'round building squat,
Alright, alright, alright, move it on,-
the car chugs infuriated
rolling brake stop engine whine
haven't quite woken up murmur--
hotel attendent waving him through
to guests, become passengers,
onward airplane miles cloudless-
tell me--
invented dream morning dove-
held in shaking hands-
blueberry fantastic sky-
who cradles falling baby stars, in the know-nothingness
of thursday morning eternity?
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