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POETRY
Morning — V
The sun slants in on yellow rays,
igniting a dance among the dust
like faeries greeting new light
they bow and sparkle.
Late morning brings its flourish
to the space between new and halfway.
As a mountaineer, more than halfway
to the summit, feels the rays
of a second wind begin to flourish
in his lungs, blowing out the dust,
making room for the sparkling
of hope that will take him to the pinnacle of light,
so she draws motivation from the light
to move forward from a place of half hearted
beginnings. She gives in to the sparkle
of activity, the radiating rays
of daily tasks that settle like dust
upon her shoulders. She shakes into them with a flourish.
With patient industry, the household flourishes.
The ensemble makes light
of work often seen as a dusty
remnant of bygone days. Meeting halfway,
they navigate responsibilities like rays
floating in loose formation through oceans where diffused light sparkles.
