A Poet's Day
In early morning,
a poet writes.
One with the dawning.
While the morning sun
lights the land,
all earth
wakes up yawning.
And as the sun
climbs the sky,
poems live
in the poet's eye.
Daylight is diminishing.
The Poet is finishing.
Endings come,
and the day is done.
That's what we think!
But, still, we wake up
in the night.
The muse turns
on and off our light.
Thoughts come and go
inside the head.
We're still not ready
for sleep and bed!
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