sonrise

she looked up toward the sky and it was like she didn’t know you anymore
she asked the moon, maybe some people are hard to love; maybe they were never meant to be loved at all
and the moon, in all its glistening beauty, pulled the tide. high rise
until the sun hugged the horizon, what a painfully beautiful sunrise
warm blurry rays kissed the desert
cold cacti and dry brush, lizards laying against red rock
she asked the sun the same
and the sun said, i’m a beautiful thing. but take too long to stare, and you’ll surely go blind.
she looked away and toward her feet
along the cracked cliff and soaring morning bird above
she said, maya angelou, am i the caged bird that can’t sing?
and there was no answer
only the resolute sound of a warming desert
and penniless pocket of the long walk home.

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sonrise

negative space

in the sweetest voice,
i said the most bone cold thing
like so many times, i didn’t plan it through
my honest assessment just fell loose
a response i didn’t have to think about
but seeing your reaction led to regret all the same
it was something i meant, at the time
i knew i hit a nerve though, and hurt your feelings
it wasn’t nice to say but it was true all the same.
when i think about what words you’ll take
i know those will fall ahead of what few remain.

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