Twice A Day

A poem to fill you with light.

Twice a Day

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The dawn, it fed me strawberries

I ate with greedy gaze

Magicians and beauticians

Mixing in magenta blaze

The water caught a tint of pink

Mallards flew overhead

A heron stalked a river bank

As dreams of peaches bled

And then, it all grew ordinary

Settled blue and grey

Sky whispered “….There’s a matinee

….This show runs twice a day”

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So many seats are empty now

The tickets go unsold

For what’s another sunrise

When the movie’s getting old?

But each new breath of mist on ground

Calls patterns not yet known

The ribbon of a shaft of light

Casts unique shadows thrown

When I feel done or overrun

I look to heaven and say

“The greatest show on earth is mine

I’m watching, twice a day”