dawn
as the
sun smiles
this dawn
a bud
bursts open
popping up
incandescent petals
beckoning bees
and all
let us
harken to
this call
and clasp
this cusp
with our
tongues suckling
on this
heavenly boon
for this
dawn tomorrow
this piece
of beauty
and bounty
shall be
a forlorn
burnt out
wilted ash
bearing our
forgotten memorial
© uzo nwamara
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