Robins in alarms and sirens
the manual labor of doves
dawn says, foot up in the air.
It is a holiday some say
clocks at half-mast and orange
dawn says, downstream all faces.
The hose and the pruning shears
the keyboard rings like a telephone
the morning takes no prisoners.
Responsibilities like rabbits
show up and scamper
the morning frees all prisoners.
Hell is dogs still barking
says the string to the bell
say the chimes to the baby.
Heaven is when vacuums cease
to blow noise from purgatory
into the ear of the songwriter.
Last night I dreamed of refrigerators
how they could be better designed
morning dreamed of skylines.
Dawn says foot up in the air
morning comes to all prisoners
responsibilities like chimes
prune the shears and scamper.
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