.....................Morning Star Poem by elysabeth faslund

.....................Morning Star



Serendipitously bemoaning
the acrobatics of thought...
I haze through the morning star,
Wondering if it was the first
to appear...
or the last to go.
Exquisiteness of importance,
pondering this sight,
from a front screen porch,
darkened by the Light.

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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