morning dawns, but once a day
laughing moon, it goes away
a new day beckons, here to stay
but no, it goes
and knows, no foes
toiling hands, and monkey minds
never knowing, what she finds
a seeing eye, yours to grow
located somewhere, here below
below the fields, of here and there
patterned breaths, and angered mires
simple treasures, uninspired
tampered boxes, treasures troved
a footstep lingered, uncurled toes
sand released, yet ever bound
eyes that meet, but never greet
connections wishing, to be found
morning dawns, but once a day
laughing moon, it goes away
a new day beckons, here to stay,
and yes, it goes
going now, amongst all throes
knowing that, it’s all it knows
Nancy Marie Farley Rice
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