Sunrise Brunch

Sunlight makes the dock

a paved street of paradise,

fool’s gold,

pyrite inlet.

I cannot look away

from the false promises

of the morning bay.

Peach slice orb

sprinkles more cinnamon

on the sizzling sea.

Let my doughy limbs

soak the illusions up,

sunrise brunch.

And when the star has steeped,

pour me another cup.

© 2023 | K. Hartless


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