Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Afire
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive
Praise
A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too
Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
Guilt
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
Grace
Reach. Oh, please reach!I disobeyed rules
Expected of the absence
I focused on some sequel
Not yet written, and may never be
Now, I backtrack,
Tiptoe away, and can earnestly say
I’m sorry for lavender lies,
For black diamond beginnings
I should’ve spoken to the sower
Not the flower, not the fruit
It was the Earth upon its axis
Not fault of the sunrise
Aiming accolades at More!
I’m complicit cursing less
Bare, faire-headed
Shuffling, youngly along
Purples and pinks and black lightning bolts
Teachers who talk too, too much
Inexplicably absent adults
So it’s time to grow up
To move on to the truth
It was as simple a thing as pesto
The green of it
The freshness of it
The scent, that, make no mistake,
Made me forget the difficult bridge
I’d thought to jump from
But instead crossed, then burned
On purpose
For good
Us on our wheels
Are they red-handed?
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