Astronomical Dawn
by Olivia J. Kiers
Early. The sky,
as gentle as a pearled shell
still unopened and perhaps alive,
begins to fade from black to blue
to aquamarine, blotting out the constellations
like the weird glints of deep-sea angler fish
swimming away.
They watch each other fade
within the anxiety of uncertain, twilit distances,
that no one is awake to calculate.
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