One perk to living ten stories up is the clear view of sunrise on the horizon, expressing varying colors on different days, under different conditions. On more than one occasion, I have witnessed the dawn paint glass buildings in magical, fleeting, ruddy hues.
Morning Sky
A carnelian dawn burnishes
the glass facade of a high-rise to ruby.
An enchanted canvas
until the sun bleaches
brazen wild-rose to coquettish pink
to the tedious translucency of Wednesday.
Kaleidoscopic shades
tucked away in pockets like talismans
by the new hire and corner office exec, alike.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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