by Michael Dransfield
Morning ought not
to be complex.
The sun is a seed
cast at dawn into the long
furrow of history.
To wake
and go
would be so simple
yet
how the first light
makes gold her hair
upon my arm.
How then shall I leave
and where away to go. Day
is so deep already with involvement.
oh and alas. what a shame to have brown hair.
ReplyDeleteshort, at that!
ReplyDeletePerhaps safer to have brown hair. I don't think Michael Dransfield would have been a very good long-term love interest...
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