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  • Writer's pictureKaris Rogerson

Dawn is Breaking

The vastness of what can’t be seen spreads,

inky black landscape painting, barely smeared

with a hint of purple: dawn is breaking.

Liberty, she stands, torch held aloft,

reaching fruitlessly into the sky

striving for a goal she'll never reach -

but her flame burns everlasting, and that

is more than many can say. Water ripples

at her feet, sheared to each side by

passing ships and ferries, and meanwhile

the sky and city struggle awake.

Poem by Karis Rogerson

Oct. 31, 2019


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