DAYBREAK
The day breaks in bars of cerise,
parallel ribbons, roads, stripes;
choose your image but choose it fast
before they melt, meld, fade
in obeisance to the King’s return,
not red but round, the color of fire,
who never went away.
We were the ones who strayed,
did the Galileon flip,
the Copernican somersault.
“Let’s do day again,” he sings,
“unless you’ve forgotten the words to my song.
If so, the schoolhouse doors are still open;
all you have to do is erase the board
and relearn your ABC’s;
it’s never too late to begin again,”
March 27, 2008
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