Good Morning

Cheeks rusting
On the rooftop

Pale skin red
With ferric front

Freezing morning
Turning shingles white

In a sweater crawling
Out the window

Carefree iris and
A done-up bun

Drinking in
Nightsmashing sun’s

Dawn over the
Mountain chain

Stars begin to

Replaced by the
Light of day

And then you say
“Good morning”

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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