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DawnClimber
I leave my hunter's intent among last night's embers
and reach like a child's awkward arrow for the morning.
I smell life new among night moistened leaves
and gray vapors juicing pine branches.
All that I have known now blends into this dawn
tracks, seasons, scars, longings
seeds spitting life then falling back as hulls
barter for the midwife dirt.
I find that I am no center.
Only two legs and borrowed fur
with gift and luck of fire and spring fed water
I am child of the blue sky that thickens into night.
I am lesser kin of moon sharing
moods, repetitive journeys, the need to hide and be seen.
I sacrifice my rage against suffering
and bow to spirits of the dawn
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