Summer Morning [a poem]

whip crack calls of the dawn bird as the sun starts up

the engine of the day beyond

their sound filters through the misty branches

damp with joy

whose trunks drip bursting a gluey gum of love

down toward the rainy earth and leaves

me regarding you, waking in love

for another day


what do you reckon then ?

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