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Amid white shells of morning, the blacksmith looks to the door and hears the ringing church bells.

By Eric DovigiPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
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Amid white shells of morning, the blacksmith looks to the door and hears ringing church bells.

The church steeple tolls. Empty sherry casks, hardwood, cold stone, new bread; the Cooper grins.

Alleyway grandmothers pour whiskey into flowerbeds. The whiskey stirs the stems, pools in the soil.

A new wife stands in the light of her east window and slowly unfolds a letter. Death? Departure? Good news?

The Painter stands still, watching spent rain clouds leave lead-tin-yellow and lapis lazuli running down damp rooftops—edge of the quay: the sill of morning.

Delft! Citadel of Morning.

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About the Creator

Eric Dovigi

I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.

Twitter: @DovigiEric

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