Rhyme — a meditation

I got up at dawn
and rescued
the last star
from the fading night

from the delicate dandelions
I plucked a drop of dew
before it disappeared
into the sun

in my palms
I sifted the aroma
of fresh croissants and bread
from the smell of morning soil

and when the breeze arrived
I caught the birdsong
and prayers
and good mornings
exchanged between children

I got up at dawn
to collect these letters
And then wrote your name
on the morning sky

Now your name rhymes
with everything

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