dawn
they say the fishermen
always see it first
they certainly did this year
through the morning mist how it shivers and smacks! a warmness __hairs arising a brightness __eyelids squinting
unkempt nails lose grip of coarse nets gnarled toothpicks fall fast from slack lips
a vision what a vision! soaring up above the sea
now cresting ascending now filling the sky
the onion bagel sun fills the men with wonder fills their nets with game and fills the world with an unrelenting hope that last year never knew
through the morning mist how it shivers and smacks! a warmness __hairs arising a brightness __eyelids squinting
unkempt nails lose grip of coarse nets gnarled toothpicks fall fast from slack lips
a vision what a vision! soaring up above the sea
now cresting ascending now filling the sky
the onion bagel sun fills the men with wonder fills their nets with game and fills the world with an unrelenting hope that last year never knew
