Sarah Ann Jullion Poet Free verse

envy her

Early sun
slips her hands through
   the fleeing clouds
as a soggy   wet world
   shakes off  her raindrops
of yesterday.

As I,
adrip  with too many  yesterdays
   of weeping   raindrop tears,
I watch  and I envy her
   she   who be free
of yesterday.  

I do so envy her   
that sun of   emergent day
  always   forgetting 
yesterday’s   storms
  deserted in predawn   dark,
Carrying  no diary
   no history of  days walked
   dropping that load
into each day’s  sunset.

I watch and I envy her.
she  who be free
of yesterday.

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