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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

First Light

washes over the world
pouring light into every crevice.
A tsunami with a silent song.
Light fluttering like moths
in the trees.
When I opened my eyes
it imploded my dream.
Look at what you’ve done!
I muttered.
You broke my dream into pieces!
Scattered its rainbows like ribbons.

I reached for sleep
under the pillow,
refusing to wake.
But it was too late.
Dawn delivered my life
like a newspaper.
Kicked me in the kidneys and said,
relieve yourself.
So I slid from under my covers,
ran to the bathroom,
counted my toes,
and watched sunrise open
with the wings of a swan.

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