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Walking Toward Sunrise

Within the blue-black dome of sky
the new moon and the morning star
regard each other.

The prison lies below them
walled by stone and wire
dull yellow glow from the watchtower.

The guards look inward.
I see it all from outside.

A breeze awakens in the west.
The smell of coffee comes from somewhere.

I walk east by south-east
toward town
toward sunrise
my steps so light
they leave no tracks.

-- Mi Fa-So

Walking Toward Sunrise © D.M. Wideman, 2014

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