
Dawned,
freshly kissed fuchsia
fading velvet black to gray,
new day
full of promises,
re-born from yesterday.
Crowned
with expectations
to rise above the fray,
replay
the ordinary
or fly the magic freeway?
Westbound,
over too soon,
no wings to fly away;
next day
be alive in earnest
or mourn the loss of yesterday.









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