Through the Window at Sunrise

I never noticed before
until the songbirds woke
and the barn owl found its sleep,
that the streetlights signal sunrise
like a long fine wedge of geese
flickering off then over
the blunt edge of the hillside
to where nighttime pools briefly
and too soon evaporates. O Love,
O wherefore have you flown?

Image: Photo by sil on Unsplash

Published: Atlanta Review, Fall/Winter 2021

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