(sun rises)
don’t ask
the sun to change its course. everyone knows
the east wins the morning,
west dictates the night.
don’t pine for a
brand new shirt, or a new
route home. don’t beg to erase lines,
they are carbon-dated.
(next day, sun rises)
my father and mother know this. my sister too.
a small child shakes her head with a laugh,
so elementary.
(next day, sun rises)
a leopard
loves his spots; he sits smugly in his tree,
licking a paw absently.
everyone knows this.
(next day, sun rises)
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