early morning sun
obscured by clouds
haiku on repeat
© Rachel Green July 2020
ten p.m. bedtime
I used to laugh at my father
for his early nights
while I stayed up until two, three.
I'm the age he was
and the best bit of the day
has become going to bed
while the sky has a vestige of light.
Tell me again
that my paintings are abstract
when the clouds and departing sun
paint the sky with replicas
of my finest works
and Michelangelo
smiles down from Heaven
still caressing his dick.
© Rachel Green July 2020
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