• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 11

El Amanecer

Just before the dawning, you crouch, hideout,
settle in for a bit.

You're still warming to the idea of rising.
There's a chill on the horizon, and a crimson

weariness cloaks your emergence.
Not all daybreaks are sanguine, sometimes

they're bittersweet, even bloodshot.
Beneath your broad-brimmed hat, you take

a few more winks. But soon, you'll awaken,
stretch your rays, yawn in bursts of gold

and amber, throw your cobija and sombrero
to the heavens, because you're el amanecer,
and a star in your own light.