The fire light of desert sunrise,
Lambent on the proud east walls of Red Rock Canyon,
Repeats its primordial routine, dancing
Over Spanish tiled roofs, palm trees, cactus.
Oh, day— you are a peculiar stage—
And I the lucky one
To witness on a simple morning
A quiet sunrise, and
The ancient sky now peopled with airplanes
Jetting triangle dreams that fade colors to blue.
For a period of time
When the sun is narrowly above the horizon
The city between us disappears
From the overpowering brightness of our star, yet
Against all probability
I am here.
Today, anew.
In this grand opera of sunlight
And theater.
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