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morning light

a poem in two forms

every day an infinity.
every day a sunflower
bowed east. every day
a coronation of open
lips, new first breaths
bringing in the tide.
every day the death
of a morning glory
saluting a sun every
day burning new trees
on an old horizon.

Photo by Ave Calvar on Unsplash

every day an infinity.
every day
a sunflower bowed east.
every day
a coronation of open
lips,
new first breaths bringing
in the tide.
every day
the death
of a
mor-
ning
glory
salut-
ing
a sun
every
day
burn-
ing
new
trees
on
an
old
hori-
zon