When a nightmare resists taking flight at dawn,
I recast it with a supple hindsight at dawn.

Half god, half goddess; neither light nor darkness;
the sky's a coy hermaphrodite at dawn.

On the surface: a protest in pantomime.
Underneath: a drunk in a streetfight at dawn.

That couldn't have been him. It was a mindtrick,
a phantom, a faint meteorite at dawn.

Up first, my lover crosses to the window.
Another wish-I-may wish-I-might at dawn.

I lay out my daily meds the night before --
why ponder lymphocytes at dawn?

Answering yet not answering a question,
you're a moonflower vexing the sunlight at dawn.

As I shower -- ha! -- a friend's unearthed voice croons
"This must be the start..." -- a strange delight at dawn.

The handsome prince of a tale you tell at night
might prove to be a troglodyte at dawn.

After what long night, Isaiah, did you pledge:
"On those in death's shade, a great light, as at dawn."

My beloved dreams of Brad Pitt; turns toward
his Ron, his more or less Mr. Right, at dawn.