hot as iron, the morning star
hung from the night like an icicle, breathless
everything melts, there can be no doubt
mountains, oceans, candy and hearts
ready or not, here we come
with backpacks full of toys for the children
boots on the ground go stomping around
echoing down streets like slapping faces
hoot and holler, hold onto your life.
a new day dawns when every eye opens
those that don't are pulled wide with hooks
i grew up under the threat of the sun
delivered on the backs of innocent birds
a scattered flock spreading out in the sky
like a flower breathing, in hope and trust,
determined to find food as it delivers its soul.
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