5 a.m. <br />Alight and alone. <br />Modest and mauve. <br /> <br />Beckoning. <br /> <br />Shyly, seductively, <br />unveiling herself <br />to a chill and blackened <br />mid-winter morning. <br /> <br />To the East, <br />in a pristinely empty sky, <br />grace notes <br />that well the eyes, <br />imtimacies that haunt <br />and hollow the heart. <br /> <br />Quarter moon. <br />Two-dollar life.<br /><br />Will Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interruptus/
