Convenient Pleasure

Some days

I cannot find

A single memory

To give me pleasure or

To lighten the burden

Of today’s pain;

So I must run to pleasure

That is easy or simple on

The imagination

The body or

The brain.

 

A sunrise

Is such a convenience,

As long as the heavens allow;

It takes all the forces of

Yesterday’s darkness and

Wraps them

Within the glory of

Now.

2015.01.20.0726 ©

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