Birthing suns rise and open-

Exploding even-

Almost like clarity

one achieves when the moment is right


Displaying to the world

This is who I am


Blooming stalks are collected,

and held and cared for-

Put in a vessel-

Where thoughts, memories

sit in water;

Kept alive, but not forever


 

Displaying to the world

This is who I am


The shape and scent

of yellow-

catches the eye-

A lightness of being


Displaying to the world.


Muse 09.03.20
SHAWN BOYLE has been published in the poetry anthologies of Fault Lines Poetry and Turn. He has also had numerous short stories in the annual Monterey County Weekly Short Story Contest.

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