Morning

Breeze at dawn.

Red sun? The weight of grace.
Pelt of bottle caps? Dragon’s hide.
In this world? But not to know.
Come? Closer.

Next time you see this, it will have another face.
This is about the shuffling on the ground.
Take off your shoes and we will gather cloth.
For what? A revival garment to resemble time.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

3 thoughts on “Morning”

  1. This one is quite interesting. I need to work on it a little. Maybe I can figure it out. Maybe not. Hmm

    1. I confess, if I had to figure anything out before writing I would probably never do any! I only lean into what is strange to me : )

Leave a ReplyCancel reply

Discover more from Breadcrumbs

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading

Exit mobile version
%%footer%%