Acquainted with the dawn

by Marnanel Thurman

I have become acquainted with the dawn.
I have observed the evening as it fell.
I closed the careless curtain that had drawn
the charcoal-shaded cityscapes of hell.
I have indwelt a ditch a fathom deep.
I have withdrawn within a concrete shell.
I have grown late to rise and late to sleep.
I have cajoled the air on bended knee
and filled a lack of hunger lest I weep.
I have abandoned hope again, to see
my own cadaver naked and reborn.
Against the sky, the outline of a tree.
One drowsy-lidded daisy on the lawn.
I have become acquainted with the dawn.

(The form and subject were loosely inspired by Robert Frost's poem Acquainted with the Night.)

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