Kink
Dawn hovers,
faint light brightening.
Cloud horizon
rupture.
Lying on its side,
a giant wine glass
outlined in cloud strip
jags expected
evenness.
Framed by bedroom
window, equal sky
portions sit within and
without the vast vessel.
Sleepy eyes flicker.
Clouds bleed apart
almost imperceptibly,
spilling
into mass whiteness.
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