Morning Glory

gold folds in the East the
birds glide through
and white rolls West
in pastel-blue
background
and
peeping from
a dusky cloud the
eye of the sun
opening wide
bright areole
brighter yet the
first rays
across dark roof tops
dark streets
a golden promise of
some kind–
a brighter day–
a new Jerusalem on the horizon:
we cannot get there
because
too far away
but
hell,
let’s start walking
anyway,
shall we?

Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print (including in Dissident Voice). He is the author of eight published full-length poetry collections -- mot recently BLACK SUMMER, 2021, Spartan Press. He lives in Vermont (USA). Read other articles by Wayne F..