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Energized with dawning
she rises, breathes in the dew
so the plants draw near
her eyes soak up the sun
leaving the lawn in shadow
until she blinks, and the
light returns with the fan
of great long lashes
She stretches, arching her back
until it touches the rim of the sky,
unbends again dusted with star-stuff
Her arms reach, next,
fingertips shooting out electricity
that ignites new nebulae
She touches distant galaxies
brings Jupiter back to put in
her pocket, a good luck charm
to rattle throughout the day
with the stones of every river bank
that she picked up with a
point of her eagerly awakening toes
Today’s Poemorama prompt is Hyperbole:
Thank you, readers! May you all feel as out-of-this-world fabulous every single morning.
