Monday, March 1, 2021

Morning

This morning, my son 
has a conversation 
with the sun.

He - a round baby human 
behind cloth and cold window.
She - a golden flame
behind blue earth and snow.

He sings and coos,
while she in her brilliance, 
peek-a boos.
 

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