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Wake-Up

Can you call a dawn peremptory?
Maybe it blows in on a warm south-wind
that whispers concord, meadows
spreading lush and ample as your wishes.
But see, behind the rising sun, a stain
of yesterday. Some victim of omission,
a small request that slipped your mind.
Unswallowed medicines, unanswered call
from a brother you've neglected
too long. Diamond, the hard dawn.