Red flame hooves
lead across the eastern sky
cloud and sunrise engage in a race to light
Yet dim, the sky yields slowly in this kingdom-
a dark-framed fury
Swept by night winds, awaiting early eyes
a thrill of spilled sun fire on the paling canvas of dawn
and in the blinks that separate the long view
I imagine vaunt chariots
riders and the rains of thundered earth;
they pretend across the bend of a new day
such an ancient glory
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