By Thomas Page
Whatever happened to the morning sun
Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low
The stars and the clouds framing a sky done.
This time of year, I cough up my own lung
Winter’s curse to the body that will know
Whatever happened to the morning sun?
Leather rancher coat on hanger is hung
In the closet facing the curtains though
The stars and the clouds framing a sky done.
The rain comes down pouring, water has won
Over the sky’s cradle damming it. Oh,
Whatever happened to the morning sun?
I think of the poet Welshman who wrote one
About a vanishing father who much he owes.
The stars and the clouds framing a sky done
Whatever happened to the mourning son?
The bars and the crowds framing a night show.
Whatever happened to the morning sun?
The stars and the cloud framing a sky done.
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