“Morning,” New Era, Aug. 2011, 49
Morning
A dawn drawn song
swooped
me
you
up into
pale blue
where
geese clouds skittered.
We littered the
fair air
with our
laughter.
After,
when the sun shook
out
birth wet rays,
we danced down
a silver
sunbeam
maze
of mirth
and caught
the earth.
Photo by Philip Christison