The Mournless Hour

Slow pelican morning; what's a flock without 
The rest? Sun flecks sprinkle orange beaks
With the extra reality, the face of determined subconscious

Eyes give impressions when the recipient
Delivers false witness
In spite of temptations to truth

I can't fidget soon after sunrise

Dawn is a calmness when it's lived under an open cloudburst
Shattered to blue, wisps serve the day
Umbrella for we solitary birds