My mind has officially become jelly. I may do cut-ups for the next sixteen days. I’ll try not to, but no promises.
Poets & Writers has a geographical prompt today: Find a map—of the Earth, the United States, or your home state or city—or visit Google Maps, pick a town at random, and write a poem about daybreak in that specific location, inventing any pertinent details.
In my new spirit of getting a poem on here so long as it has a tenuous connection to some prompt, somewhere, the poem is about daybreak. That’s it. Oh, and then I cut it up, or the machine did. I tweaked.
pulled for revision
Until tomorrow. That’s me signing off, not part of the poem.