Morning Poem

Graceful day, just to stay, it's okay to lay. and overlook through the enlarged bay, cannot run around on gooey clay of sidewalks in certain block, it isn't a symbolized flock, you've got the morning heart glazed, inspired amongst sun would've been brightness, how'd much to bless the godly clouds appeared from inner spirit of hazelnut sky, sweet sorrow grass nice and smooth, upper-class wind zoomed away, exactly blushed too, you'll got enough to rushed and crushed it handily in sorts, to wear some nameless shorts, alright to grab morning glory drink of cherry coke, and realize to think, not able to wink and blink somewhat, admitted to wear a sportsmanship hat on their own lovely heads like that too, reading Minnesota newspaper right through many young faces each other, and to get head start from know and then

Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-18-19