Over the rim

The morning had a heartbeat
and the sky had ribs
made of clouds and hawks.

There were no neon signs
but there was water on a leaf
pointing the truest north.

Plans for anything beyond
the next breath were not needed;
a sigh of relief was quiet thunder.

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