Thursday, September 10, 2015

Morning on Earth

The sun rose quickly
The multi-eyed, multi-mouthed
god sang in the strange,
undelayed harmony.
The mouths sang
like the organelles
of prehistoric sponges.
Exuded song as they slid from one
audience to the next.
When the baby awoke
and started to cry
we held him up.The warmth
firing through the glass
quieted him,
made him laugh.
The jolly sun penetrated
even the dark leaves
and the paper making
everything glow.
We were grateful
for our eyes,
even though they were
temporary and quasi-static.


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