A Louisville Morning from a High Rise Hotel Room
Lauren Young
Draft 2
I awoke to the sunrise
stretching over the skyscraper,
peeking into my room,
the sound of traffic
beneath my window.
The light colored the
palette of the sky in pinks
as ethereal as a soaring
falcon -- something meant to live
in the air and yet still bound
to the ground.
And the light slips
through my fingers
as I try to catch the rays
to put in my purse for nights
where the darkness
is too black and the shadows
too big.
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