early
yes, I want the morning
ahead of the crow
hide luxuries in the near light
finishing each last sip
each last step and leap
for gravity to catch
slip away unseen
in casted blight
through the trees
unfurling fills the day
each new second
with more of itself
than onto the next
as the mist of chance
takes a begin and rises
it is good to get up
once in awhile
before the animals
supplant me and my throne
as king of the beasts
and master of nature, once
sometimes my best intentions
are meant to stay sleeping though
regardless of where I pasture or
dig pay-dirt or eat roe
everyone sometimes looks
over their shoulders to know
Lot’s wife wishes
she hadn’t known as I do
kept her eyes ahead
towards the unseen
green of all good dreams
ripening on the vine
just past Summer’s
slow stabbed
morsel on the tined
lean body
of Winter
ready
to be
feasted
upon
EJR ©
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