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The Waking of Captain Annapolis:
At dawn there is no sound.
Human ears hear no sound
Save the ears of one man --
One Man who was somehow
Born to listen
and understand.
The morning song
Wakes Captain Annapolis.
Our Sun looks down,
The cobbled city streets echo
Her gentle morning song.
With careful tones, she dries
dew from the trees and each car.
She is confident.
She knows she can rely
on the Captain
Who protects the Streets
Graced by the Universe with
Happiness and
Eternal Joy
The morning song
Wakes Captain Annapolis
Born from a Hat-Box
A grown man
Our Captain wears
a thin
wiry mustache.
Mustache preens itself.
From bed
to shower
to mirror
to closet
a morning route is traveled.
The morning song
Wakes Captain Annapolis
Humming trucks pick up
Garbage and People.
Rumbing Trucks
Drop off
Produce and People.
All are beloved in the City
He loved before he was born.
His womb rests upon an Oaken
Chest.
He pulls from it one Hat
Black Red and White.
Naked and Plain is he
In the presence of his Center-Piece.
The morning song
Wakes Captain Annapolis
Reaching into the box his hands
Become messengers.
Placing his hat on his head his hair
Becomes a conductor.
Standing in front of his mirror his eyes
Call out to his body that the time
Is now
To begin God's work.
--Grandpa
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