That Old Sun

The morning doesn’t seem
to want to say hello to the sun
there’s a mist shrouding its presence
even this cool air
is trying to forget responsibility.

I can relate.

Holding my hand over my eyes
as the bulbous orb forces
its way over the horizon
the only words the wind whispers
are curses.

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