once upon a sunrise (repost from my old blog)

night is always blessed with regret
        and blake street is quiet 
        no traffic crashing into puddled potholes
steam vents breathing only smoky ghosts
        alleys are quiet
storefronts are silent, sleep washing the windows
 
discarded newspapers are quiet
no wind pushing them into corners, no one mugging them for answers
        horoscopes, weather reports, peace on earth
 
dumpsters are quiet, but thoughtful
        a filthy history fermenting	
lampshades, old sweaters, soup cans and beer bottles (bad novels)
        ((broken pencils))
plastic bags full of plastic scraps, soon dump trucks will come
        take it all to rust farms
 
                soon milk trucks will come
 
        buses and trains will come
people will fill them with heavy shoes, warm coats, a shiny business 
caffeine static, morning panic and small talk
 
        sunrise will come
and any object that casts a shadow will feel it
        all daydreams will seek it and eat it 
        apple raw
all visions, all missions
                all real and doomed to live

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phillip woodruff

i live in colorado, i love poetry and fishing, i've never been to kentucky, i own 5 pairs of shoes, sometimes i drive too fast, i like craft beer, i own 37 fishing poles, i've never been to iceland, sometimes i drive too slow, right now there is a black bird outside my window, i stare at him and he stares at me

3 thoughts on “once upon a sunrise (repost from my old blog)”

  1. I especially favor these bits:

    “warm coats, a shiny business
    caffeine static”

    “sunrise will come
    and any object that casts a shadow will feel it
    all daydreams will seek it and eat it
    apple raw”

    That last part is so gorgeous, but I’m lobbing off the tragic vibe and just savoring the shared sunshine. 🙂

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    1. lob off the ending at your own peril… you can’t catapult back to the beginning without it (night is always blessed with regret) breaking the cycle. to be human is to endeavor, and endeavor is to struggle, that’s what makes us both divine and tragic, we are doomed to it. so glad you enjoyed this shawna

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