she said dawn was egg coloured
I heard several words
bundled together
that almost made sense
she even laid expressions
on the bedroom floor
and with my lack of understanding
she separated them
in the hope I’d lay down too
she experimented
with concepts of echoed light
in early hours
but I always found
first blush too late for me
and despite how
I twisted and turned
those first moments of orange
through my fingers
I knew it would never fit
inside an egg cup








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