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April 15, 2024

Mornings and Shadows

By April Mae M. Berza

Mornings and Shadows
When mornings are veiled with sadness
I ask that you whisper no song
Sell my tears in the hardware
Donate my blood to the crickets
Just leave the door of our bedroom
Slightly open where I could hear
The sun’s footsteps like a burglar
And remember not to water
The sunflowers on my windowpane
Just leave me alone with your shadow

When sadness are veiled with mornings
Drop a hello to a marionette
Listen to the bleeding Stradivarius
As one would hear a sermon
Then walk with a living saint
In our living room and dance
Sculpt me a rainy season soon
The sawdust rippling in my bath tub
And I will forget the mornings
Forget that mornings have no shadows







Article © April Mae M. Berza. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-04-17
Image(s) are public domain.
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