4 AM
(an alexandrine)

4:AM - photo A. Bors

I woke up angry
railing eloquently
in my head, about all the ways you had failed me.

I set aside all my Zen,
the gratitude and forgiveness
to give this, too, a voice, and then got distracted

by a bird on the balcony rail
over the dark, empty street
and took some pictures, instead, street lights bright against

the dark; concrete not yet heated, but still
hard with the echoes of the night
before, fading now, evaporating along

with the darkness as the hour advanced.
It’s daylight now and I don’t want to lose the dream.

Angie Bors

Playwright. Artist. Badass. Finding more runway. @facethemuse; Straightlives.com

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