Photo: Bron Miller
The Butler Pennsylvania Poems

Court House

One autumn morning
I saw that the Court House
was up before dawn
with forehead turned
to the east toward the hill
and the sky beyond
waiting for the sun
to raise her brow
above the ridge
and come tripping over
on silent feet
to clothe her
in the golden sheath
she wears for sunrise.

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