
The sun as well rises
On the narrowest of streets –
Promise ever anew.
The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.
Though retreating mist still clings to the eastern dunes,
And sailboats yet tug against moorings in the outgoing tide,
The rising sun is below the horizon by but two degrees,
And soon will end dawn’s dreamy promise of escape.
This summer’s sunrise
Aflame above and below -
Morning glorious
The sun has risen above the roof lines of Arles.
The woman turns onto Rue du Cloître.
She cradles the portfolio in the crook of her arm.
The abbot awaits beyond the arched gate at the Théâtre Antique.
Une vieille clé ouvre une vieille porte ;
Des nouveaux jeans sont en promotion à l’intérieur –
Un nouveau jour s’est levé sur une vieille place.
An old key opens an old door;
New jeans are on sale inside –
A new day begins in an old square.