Morning Reading

I took out the scissors this morning

In a fit of overdue activity, 

And starting cutting ties. 

This weeping Sun, 

Flush with personality, 

Wants to say to me, 

Stop. 

Unintentionally, 

The warm sky bursts some bubble, 

A cataclysm of anti-freeze, 

That hung solid and imposing, 

Full with regrets, 

Of the time I spent with you, 

But might have spent, 

With someone else. 

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