Watching Morning Come Poem by Bill Grace

Watching Morning Come



I like to watch morning come
It is better than sleep sacrificed to Charlie Rose
A poem no more crazy than Faulkner
A sun that does not shine
A poem that does not rhyme
Or does it?
God beyond sun and time?

Thursday, January 31, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,poem,rhyme,rose,sun
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