Emmanuel George Cefai - This night

this night
the dawn lay with the night in the jazz club
midst smells and smokes and dying embers she
awoke late in the night and
rubbing her eyes stole out into the night
drawing with her the curtains of the night
unconsciously into an uncertain grey
but then having slept well
the uncertain grey became a white
whiter and whiter and whiter
and dawn announced without a sound
that she had come to all us, mankind and all of us.

Emmanuel George Cefai

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