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SUMMER SUNRISE IN ANASCAUL
By Maggie Davison

Purple, grey, deep blue
the night slips away as gathering gusts
hammer the new dawn.
Tall trees' branches shake
leaves tremble like lace
in a demon's fist

I stand in awe; one
woman out of doors,
flimsy dressing-gown
one street Irish town
the heavens fight back
thunder rents the sky
rain drops, patters, drowns

Picking up my skirt I run
over the long grass, dew damp,
to shelter - a gypsy's van
where loved ones snore in rhythm
it's dark, cramped, noisy, but dry

 

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