there are mornings
that are dark like a night
with storms raging
and clouds
all over a sky
& tornadoes that
toss away the homes
there are dawns that are confusing
with the lights gone
in a whim
let us wait for things
to calm down
while we watch
the rain hitting
the panes
some toys & a picture book
are lying on a rug
& someone
I love too much
keeps asking for my time
we shall play with a few toys
& journey through the picture book
we shall watch
the rain
and the wind thumping on panes
and believe
that like every night
this fake night too will end.
© Colin Andersen
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