188: Good morning, Sunshine

by Danny James

I flatter myself that she combs the Earth each night by candlelight until I am found

Or rising first reserves her glow until I’m slipped of my slumber sound.

But she feigns a gladdened expression looking lastly where I have always waited

I am the one dismantled, my overlooked hopes with thee over the hills faded.

Bondi, 2013

Bondi, 2013