birthmarked

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Dawn is buffalo in the bog,

because buffalo is the sweetest part of it.

I sit at the desk in front of the window,

the chief's messenger, east smudged

between concrete.

On the other side of the river,

Mom is readingin her chair, her little dog at her feet.

Dawn is the half-moon speckled by tawny dark,

because moon is the closest I can get to it.