the morning was gold
i was strong
in the warmth of the sun
lawnmowers arrived
their tidal waves of sound
obediently following behind them
the afternoon was silver
i was fragile
in the incalescence of almost summer
the intransigent lonely barking
of a neighbor’s dog
stole any serenity
i might have earned
the night was bronze
i was weary
in the light of sultry stars
secret sounds bounced off shadows
i escaped into a poem
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artwork by irene sheri courtesy of livejournal.com
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