I like the final couplet a lot, Brian, & the 'glyphs,' the 'branded,'
too...
Doug
On 13-Apr-10, at 4:27 PM, Brian Hawkins wrote:
> I stagger from the darkened bedroom
> Into a hallway branded
> With incandescent
> Glyphs of sunlight. Light is pouring
> Through the windows of the baby's room
> In falls that break
> In silence on the burning walls.
> The kitchen is a fiery tabernacle,
> The breakfast room an avalanche
> Of golden light. What
> Have I done to deserve the sun?
> Hunched at the narrow table,
> I pore over morning's blinding
> Manuscripts of light.
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> Brian
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