the eaves still dripping from last night's rain
on my porch/perch
on the hillside
birds warble just before the dawn's crest
struggling to rise above the drunken cacophony of arguing neighbors
distant parking lot lights flare in the yet night
the silhouette of a cell phone tower
jutting from the butte to the west
is the devil's pitchfork
painted upon a white cloud canvas
on the hillside
birds warble just before the dawn's crest
struggling to rise above the drunken cacophony of arguing neighbors
distant parking lot lights flare in the yet night
the silhouette of a cell phone tower
jutting from the butte to the west
is the devil's pitchfork
painted upon a white cloud canvas
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