Risen Morning Address Poem by A.Z. McCoy
Risen Morning Address
Risen morning,
I greet you sore-eyed and aching
Of broken shard illusion
As you are born from
Neon dreams the gravel alley
Beats. Gentle down let your rays,
Winnow a cover
to cradle closed eyes
Warm sunlit shroud
for fresh, brave new eyes
when I am born anew
on your death, downward
slope. Your salmon-hued traces
Honeykiss rush into
Night's indigo blanket
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