What can I do
with a beautiful sunrise That is
bound to make a perfect day?
Blushing skies with
Bubbles of bluey grey clouds
except where the sun is: those clouds
are gold.
Gilt edged rooftops and sparkling emerald grass,
silent trees waiting to be washed in splendid morning
The sidewalk counts its way to the edge of the
Spinning world, all the way to where the brightest star
pops up on the horizon
Making the nighttime dark flee swiftly into tomorrow
Flowing across the earth in light leaps and sunny somersaults
What can I do with a beautiful sunrise
That is bound to make a perfect day?
Can I capture it and put it in a box, just
a small box in my closet
Or should I snatch the marigold rays as they slant
across my window, and store them up in my soul?
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