Soapbox Poet

Ash & Amo for Breakfast (a poem)

Hallowed out from battered amo

Inspired through the lungs

We live through a brief suspire.

6 am walks in unaware

of the day ahead.

Daylight covets you

as sunrise coddles me.

For there was a sudden

break in the dimming switch

Flipped on, then off.

Never rose, consistently low

Outside the safety of blankets

falls the disguised snow.