poetry, writer, writing


I drink the edge of the sky

A tall, morning cool glass of ombré sunrise

I taste the fruit of a new day

Sweet, my cup full of pulp free potential

This is perpetual refreshment

For those who wake to take it

No meniscus to worry about

A travel mug of joy

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