n a p k i n s (under construction, details inside)

ii. pur-ed (edit to be moved)

I wanted to capture the morn.
Keep it for the weather.
Just----linger through the evening.
I think I just needed a sunrise.
Intrusive the moon
easing through the trees
and over the smoke-like clouds.
I won't resent it's pattern
to have fill the sky.

Out of sorts----out of place.
I become a poet's glee
in worn, used skin.
It gives me air
without breath.
Covering of purple and red,
I rest my wants.

Sincere hands
placed upon a deepening
imagination.

I think I just needed a sunrise.