I spent the day not being selected for a jury (the first time ever my number has not been called) so I was more easily able to read than write. I found the following (including the title) on p. 139 of Violent Stars, a novel by Canadian poet Phyllis Gotlieb.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The police helicopter swept the sky
The morning was laying
its first deep blue
streak along the limb
of the world as if no blood
had been spilled ever.