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
Wane

Replaced by the
Light of day

And then you say
“Good morning”

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