Saturday, February 27, 2010

Verse: Breakfast

how night retrieves
the light
of day
like a scavenger
thinks it holds sway

but we
will wait
until it falls asleep
to loose
from its funereal grip
the light of day

see how
the sun
warms your breath,
this quiet room

and reveals
the new flesh
ready and waiting
to be consumed

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