Morning Glory
Copyright 2003 by Margaret Marr

Life is a morning glory
on a sultry Sunday night
out of place among the stars
lost in an old forgotten memory

Diaphanous ghosts of tomorrow
eat up haunted spirits of yesterday
a rootless wanderer admist the present
comfortable only in the distant past

Seek while you may find
those delicate little treasures
nestled in the dusty rubble
of a future Pandora Box

Shh! Don't open the lid
lest you hear the rasp of hinges
a container seldom opened to the light
who can stand the bad mixed with the good?

Lie in a field of purple flowers
let the sun warm cold bones
pretend just for awhile
life is a morning glory
unkissed by nature's tears

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