Wednesday
Morning, Impromptu
You
and I, a lingerer’s goodbye.
It’s
been a long time since I’ve seen the sun rise.
I
drove alone from your town to mine
on
the crowded highway’s massive bridge
over
civilization still sleeping below.
Pink
eased around smeary clouds just then
growing
golden above the tree line, and
I
thanked you silently (or probably I gasped).
I
meant to tell you what my father always said:
Red sky at
night, sailors delight.
Red sky in the
morning, sailors take warning.
In
your arms again, I forgot to say,
but
I know you’d remember there was no storm,
the
sky was wrong and the memory beautiful.
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