Morning Rain
No tears as we scoop up the moon,
zip up dirt statues that dance in the sky,
and pour out the sea of stars.
We laugh as we boil to pull closer the sun,
turn our night song into the whistle of a soothing wind,
and blanket mountain tops with snow.
We sip blueberry flowers as we clip birds to trees,
turtles to seas, and playful dogs to shoes;
then we lean in and candle the dawn.
No tears as we scoop up the moon,
snag the sun, and slice the sky.
No tears,
Unless,
As morning rain they fall.
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