What of tomorrow?
Our stage: these streets.
Hung with harrows and a silence of sunrise.
the question never asked “what of tomorrow?”
another one under the sun to get things done,
The world has, for ever and always,
had the light fall;
with eyes, pen, or plain perception
all have experienced what comes with the setting of the sun.
The way the sun hit the blinds today;
I was reminded of a way you used to say
“lets go outside”; like the sun was our golden goddess
after we had dressed; the morning air