dark blue then blue
light blue then gray
and no sun today;
morning awareness creeps
in slowly as if awakening
from the slumber of a
deep sleep imposed
on us for centuries now;
the poet awaits then stumbles
onto the scene like drunk
actors entering the stage
for their weekday matinees;
character flaws abound
on center stage while the
audience applauds for an encore
and we pull the curtains closed
because it is time to go home.
14Dec16
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