It's Still Life

Dusty Colour Clouds

Dawn,
and the neighbour’s cock crows.
Restless sleep,
seems night never came.
I stare at
morning’s clouds. Dusty colours.
Traffic echoes.
Fades.
The earth murmurs. Conversation
is quiet. Silent. Held
in a box for breakfast.
And I stare
at dusty colour clouds.

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