Saturday, September 15, 2007

Sunrise


I'll tell you how the sun rose,
A ribbon at a time.


The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.


The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.


Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

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