Hallow’d Alms

Morning opens her eyes,
kisses the cold cheeks
of sleeping bouquets,
who yawn and stretch their emerald
petals and shower prismatic
pollen upon granitic
angels, their morning breakfast
of sharing last night’s dreams,
until the first knee
genuflects before them
and asks forgiveness

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