Morning Angst
Morning’s Angst
Horses of the night took flight;
In that after-witching hour pink,
Give up the fight and rise, I cry
The sun calls as marching suns are prone to do.
Shiny men have thrashed beans from bushes,
Ships of sailors docked their sails
Just for your Styrofoam steaming cup,
A steaming cup to ride the day’s rails.
Butterflies with their wide black eyes,
Circle in the middle fluttering, scaring.
Say I, I will have courage face, to stand,
If only I know who or what my Goliath is carrying.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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