Shadows clamber
through the windows,
cohorts of the rising sun.
They bring with them
troubles of new day.
Odd that the advent of sunlight
bears such darkness.
Nighttime morphs into dawn
and twenty-four fresh hours
settle down upon me
as the huge black weight
I’m forced to carry
rides me hard--
spurs buried against my side
flat-out in a dead man’s run.
*Published Mused Spring 2012
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