it
hurtles
into my waking
this
morning light
savagely
shakes
the night
from
my rising
slowly shades
the colour
of my imagining
as i prepare
to volunteer
at
the op shop
where
i serve
a disparate clientele
     that clothes itself
     in seconds

First published at ‘Hole in the Head’ May 2021 edited by William Schulz
Geoffrey Aitken 22 (holeintheheadreview.com)