a single tear trickles along my cheek
dripping slowly down the crevices of my ear
a saltwater river passing over rocks, so to speak
the night’s adventures disappear.
a cole hardware alarm mourns its lost
warm protection ripped from my frame
young light from the sun melts the frost
california poppies admit to their fame.
soft pink beaks tweet their hunger
as a lioness grooms her cubs’ eyes
a reminder of not getting any younger
balmy heat new to arise.
warming eggos in a toaster or harvesting berries from a bush,
the sun will rise regardless, ending a drowned out shush.