Let The Day Begin
Sky violet with rain --
barren summer range --
rock, paper, scissors.
Amongst
scrambled rocks
and feathering trees,
at heights broad enough
to ease the reach
within our own hearts
where origins hide --
we long for the light
to never fade.
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Martha T. Terrell
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