...........................................................................................................Early Morning Poem
...................................................................................................The darkness twists its hair in a knot,
.......................................................................................................................Hangs from the rafters
..............................................................................................................With an apple in its hand.
............................................................................The birds shoot the arrows of their song,
..............................................................................................................................Split the apple
...........................................................................................And spill its seeds on the ground.
........................................................A myriad morning worms take the seeds in their mouths,
...............................................................................................................Raise them once to the sun
..........................................................................................................Then bury them under the grass.
.....................................................................................................................-Michael Bullock
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