Before Dawn

That morning
As we packed
For you to leave
The fog fell so heavy
That each end of my street
Looked like the edge of the world
And early birdsong echoed so, beautiful
But sad, all around as if they knew
That the end of my street
Was indeed the edge
Of this world

-me

~ by April on May 27, 2020.

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