The Dawn demanded, “Where’s the milkman,
The priest of my rejuvenant reign?”
Her robes — the famous rosy, silken —
Swept the stoop where crates should have lain.
Idling engines serve as her aubade,
Oil slicks as iridescence, and for silk
The dimming of headlights does the job
When morning fog delivers the milk.
NOTES for Students of English
Rejuvenant – (Pronounced re-JU-ve-nant) Rejuvenating.
Aubade – (Pronounced o-BOD, rhymes with “odd”) A song greeting the dawn.