The Dust of Sunrise

They wait for the sun,

to open in fullness,

and then,

urgent orange, 

with tantalizing purpose,

beckoning like Sirens,

songs only insects and birds

can hear.

 

Once in,

covered,

in the dust of sunrise,

carrying life’s essence,

to the next,

open flower.

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