"New"
 
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Remember that time we woke before dawn?
The blaring alarm clock blared us awake
and blared us out the door into the 
cold quiet of the wet early morning. 
 
Bundled in layers of warmth to fill in 
for the sun, the night-frozen leather of 
saddles numbing our fingers, the horses
pacing in their stalls, anxious to be off. 
 
Their breath made light puffs
as we began to ride. The forest was 
ablaze with silver fog, and silhouettes
of birds dove between the branches. 
 
We parted paths with the ways 
we knew and rode toward the sun. 
An occasional car passed as we 
rode along the street, echoing
 
our same thought:Why are you up so early?
At last we reached a long stretch, the wide 
blue at its end. Overjoyed, we galloped
down the fog-blanketed field, reaching
 
white-capped waves and slippery silver sands. 
The sun peaked over the horizon, bounced 
its colors off rambunctious waters. 
We watched a newborn day delivered.