The sun fades over
the horizon.
About the same
as when T. rex
looked up
from whatever
she was eating.
Probably.
Might be
a few minutes
plus or minus
in the planet’s spin
from dawn til dusk.
Does that comfort you?
It does for me.
That’s the moment
for cocktail hour!
Have a Martini or a Mojito,
Manhattan or a Margarita.
Iced Tea or just
a sparkling water
with a slice of lime.
We’re still here.
For another day at least
and the question
as always is…
what are you gonna
do about tomorrow?
I think God got bored
waiting for T. rex
to figure out something
beyond how to get
a few hundred pounds
of meat in her belly.
And eventually
we came along.
with our slings and arrows,
our violins. Bronze.
Ferraris. Feather pillows,
Birthday cakes.
Prayers and kisses.
Songs.
Goodnight sun,
see you tomorrow.
yes, that ws yesterday and anon sleep shall shut my eyes and, as Homer oft said, the rosy finger o dawn will re-light the morrow.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the rosy finger of dawn. I am always awake before sunrise and the east facing windows of our house provide a view of the east bay ridgeline. If it's clear enough, I can see Mt Diablo
DeleteAh yes, the rosy finger of dawn. I am always awake before sunrise and the east facing windows of our house provide a view of the east bay ridgeline. If it's clear enough, I can see Mt Diablo
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