Morning Service
For You Alone
I prepared an altar
Out upon the table of the prairie
I piled vibrant wildflowers
and wrapped the horizon with a ribbon
of fragrant vapor
I shook a thousand bird songs
from the starless bell of sky
and placed atop my offerings
the morning’s first fruit
a golden tangerine sun
You brought it to your lips to taste
and then shared with me
its sweet nectar
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