Early in the morning

for kuroitori

Driving on the parkway,
up and down the Potomac River,
waiting for sunrise.

Red and green, red and green,
of Christmas lights and traffic lights
refecting off the roughly-rippled water.

Other colors of light
do trespass on my attention
glaring chemical white in streetlamps
glazed pearl of the monument washes
soft yellow and icy blue headlights
and the pale pink-grey of dawn.

But the brightest light in my mind
as tired, I turn for home,
is the memory of your face
the first time we met.

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( Lyrics for Shining Light, by Ash )