Second poem of the day.

At 150,000 miles
the sun appeared
a reddish dot
against an indistinct grey sky
its color a clever cover
for the furnace within

Bleary-eyed
and a bit numb
I drift through my morning routine
thinking of as little as possible
because I know what happens
when I start thinking

I tried to photograph the scene
but the sun literally paled
photographs, like memories
capture only so much
losing the rest
to what we wanted them to be

(5 August 2017)

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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Two: The morning air is cool to the touch

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