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Morning at Night

An azure ostinato
more tepid than lapidary

breezes
 
the lattice to dawn
 

Its lapping tapestries
whisper ripples over shadowed water

  fenestral innuendo  
  distant as morning  
  faint as wing music  

Where overture’s warming nectar
     breathes a slow tide’s blue crescendo,
         dusk touches the soft pulse of sunsets