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Advent
Lorraine Caputo


I awaken hours before the dawn,
            the heavens wrapped in blackness
            the moon slivered to nothingness
            the streets silent.
I chase those yet-elusive words,
            phrases that have hidden away 
            for months, mute . . . muted . . .
 
A lone church tolls the five-o’clock hour
            darkness yet envelopes this city
            the nocturnal hush yet reigns
Until the heavy voices
            of men below, then the
            grating, the clanks
            of the bakery’s doors opening.
 
The dawn is just now lightening the sky,
            shadowing the bulky clouds
            that soon will come to colorful life,
dogs bark on the hillsides,
            someplace a rooster crows,
            a lone car passes below . . .
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