Morning Glory (a limerick)
The beautiful morning sky
assails my sleepy eyes.
It stirs my soul
as in days of ol’
when she brought a smile to thine.
The beautiful morning sky
assails my sleepy eyes.
It stirs my soul
as in days of ol’
when she brought a smile to thine.
We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.
Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
Prevailing winds wrapped the flag
tightly around its pole.
All that could be discerned
were the stripes…
everything is here
for but a moment
like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing
vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day
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