Blackbird Morning

The sun rises
Casting shadows
Through the trees
Only to be blotted out
By endless vials
Of running ink.
It flows over my hands
Where what I held was lost
Ages long lost long ago
Like what I couldn’t cling to anymore.
Every sunrise
Blackened and stained.
Every new hope
A blackbird cawing
My middle name.
Surely just once
The sun could come up
For a single day.
Just long enough
To know my path
For I know the light
Can never stay.

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