The Color of Awake
A poem
Jan 19
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A woodpecker wakes me up
each morning —
a faraway knock at the new horizon.
I stretch my legs
under the sheets,
look up into the still blades
of the ceiling fan,
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A woodpecker wakes me up
each morning —
a faraway knock at the new horizon.
I stretch my legs
under the sheets,
look up into the still blades
of the ceiling fan,
Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com