on the scratching

predawn

the light
comes creeping

magpie carols
a sweet song

the day
seems to come
slowly

from a million miles
away

I close my eyes
it is gone
completely

for a moment
all is still

is quiet

nothing disturbs
the day break

and then
the

pause

like the night
preceding

has passed by
on the wings
of a jet plane …

on the second song
of magpie …

on the wheels
of a small car …

on the scratching
too loudly
of my pen
marking
this blank
paper

~

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