Poem: "Morning"

The other day, I published a poem on this blog that I thought was aggressive. The poem below is on the other end of the spectrum, peaceful and contemplative. Enjoy.

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The sky cracked open
And fire dripped out
And before anyone knew it
The horizon was a molten trail over the houses.

In the subways, sanitation workers with brooms and dustpans cleaned corners
And bakers were already on their second cup of coffee
And train operators— well, who knows what they were doing.

The sky cracked open and before anyone knew it, birds were chasing each other up above and everything was awash in that surreal shade of sapphire blue

And before anyone knew it, it was morning.