Poem: Late Morning Bloom
Late Morning Bloom
The hour blooms
Without a finger there to help
It rises
Without the irresponsible sun
A dancing fuchsia
Opens the sky without permission
It is as gradual as escape
As gradual as a human releasing fireflies from a jar
The air is metallic
And the atmosphere is a gong
The moon is the hammer
That slams into day
Stars sprint away
Planets learn to be athletic
The moon echoes the night
Behind the curtain of dawn
Day emerges in powerful spoons full
Of an irresponsible sun
About: This poem is about the sun not rising as fast as you’d like. It is late, and it needs to rise faster so that it can start the day, but on this particular morning, other elements seem to start the day far before the sun can.
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