How Six Truely Met Seven Poem by Joshua Bantum

How Six Truely Met Seven



It's one of those pictures,
it seems special no matter what time you look at it,
the creeping crawling persuasion of 6am,
how it weakens the eyelids,
exciting you to prepare,
just warm enough, for her friend
7,
she'll keep you awake,
just
barely,
to see the perfect picture,
a sunrise that brightens
just enough to be blind,
and finally seeing what you want,
old friends,
but more then that, old memories,
feelings,
it's one of those pictures that seem perfect no matter what time of day
or night
it is, or
was,
it has to be this way,
because it's what you live to recreate,
every time you see the sun,
with either waking eyes,
or closing ones.

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