A Thursday Evening’s Indiscretion

Dawn had come and past,

the tulips never yawned and the dew only hardened in sticky clumps upon the leaves

of the shrubs and stuck to the trees like their own sap.

The Sun didn’t awaken this morning.

There was a fire display within the cosmic zone during twilight yesterday,

and here that darn Sun got himself intoxicated by gorging on falling stars that zig-zagged

through the sky

while playing tag with the meteors.

A fond reminder that every organic thing

has a boisterous adolescence;

and a grim caution

that even the Patriarch to life can have misjudgments, too.