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In my morning tent
the flaps still zippered
I wake in the chill
sitting up, I draw my cocoon around me
and I see

my fabric floor is splayed
with linear palette
of rust, turquoise, mauve, orange, ochre

now I must unzip the flaps
and shed the cocoon
to find the author
of this thing unlooked for

I dress hurriedly, still cold
and part the canvas curtains
stunned, I stand
in these organ chords of light

straggling snowflakes settle
seeping into my denim
I do not move at all
the chill matters not
nor does the camera
dangling loosely at my side.


Painting “Radiant Sky”  is by Erin Hanson



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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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