More About Sunrise

Only Bread, only light

Sews a flag, that’s what the boy does


If he raises his arm slowly, all of history


This morning apples start falling


“We kid you not,” say the dogs


“Shine: clear dew aching with light.”

― Tu Fu


Happenstance far off harmonica


Half awake, still inside a window, certain of himself

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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