Morning.
To the West,
The horizon of hope,
Sun and blue sky,
Greet me like an excited puppy,
Giddy to run.
To the East,
It is stormy,
As you'd expect,
In the Home of the Wicked Witch.
There,
The sky is a lurking dragon,
Stone cold,
And horrendous.
Two faces of the same day.
One smiles,
One snarls.
Beneath this conflicted sky,
I start my day.
4-16-19
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