Sky turning from dark night to dirty blue
skyline shadowed against cloud.
Amber glowing orb lights haloed with haze.
Masts and riggings penetrating the air
looming like sentries at watch.
Cruisers of varied shape and size
patiently waiting to fly.
The wooden slips welcoming the day
ducks exploring the reflective water.
Chorus of birdsong, as the moon departs
making room for the eventual coming
of the sun with her heat –
clouds run to hide behind buildings –
disguise themselves –
bring mayhem and chaos
to catch the unwary out.
The stars fade to nothing.
The dawn is born.
Jean Isherwood Farley
June 2009 - Baltimore
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