Rebuke the sky for letting Heaven's tears
cloud the sky when Orion is so set on shining.
This astral display of defiance is like an adolescent
sulking in his room alone after disappointment
when this brilliant song of water was meant to be shared,
a diurnal celebration of the ordinary
gains strength in all the ways
memory gathers in annual clusters
until the calendric rhythm of the universe
forgives us for wanting
the glossy pink assurance of sunrise.
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