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I focus on the sun\u2019s rising<\/span><\/p>\n rather than on the heaviness of my tongue<\/span><\/p>\n drooping in my mouth\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n with the weight of the unspoken<\/span><\/p>\n with the weight of your lips<\/span><\/p>\n not taken back with a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I cannot sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n I focus on the sun\u2019s rising<\/span><\/p>\n even as the moon projects itself into the sky<\/span><\/p>\n After all, what is the moon without the light it borrows.<\/span><\/p>\n Though in fairness, who are any of us\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n without the light of those around us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I will comfort into my muscles<\/span><\/p>\n and pray for the return,<\/span><\/p>\n I focus on the sun\u2019s rising<\/span><\/p>\n filtering through frosted window panes<\/span><\/p>\n a spidering memory emerging behind falling eyelids.<\/span><\/p>\n I try to taste the coffee that has not boiled yet.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n And is dreaming not a virtue?<\/span><\/p>\n In a garden somewhere<\/span><\/p>\n I whisper secrets to the flowers about how\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I focus on the sun\u2019s rising<\/span><\/p>\n more often than I think about where it is in the sky.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I make lullabies of these confidences.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The petals weave themselves back into youth.<\/span><\/p>\n The words will taste the same when the buds turn again\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n to blossoms, the second-coming metamorphosis.<\/span><\/p>\n But perhaps my tongue will differ, perhaps then<\/span><\/p>\n I focus on the sun\u2019s rising<\/span><\/p>\n only <\/span><\/i>at dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n When I wake, though<\/span><\/p>\n the frost lingers, no flowers today.<\/span><\/p>\n None except the one I mold for you<\/span><\/p>\n hands sticky with clay and promises,<\/span><\/p>\n realizing my love has always been born when<\/span><\/p>\n I focus on the sun\u2019s rising.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In Focus I focus on the sun\u2019s rising rather than on the heaviness of my tongue drooping in my mouth\u00a0 with the weight of the unspoken with the weight of your lips not taken back with a kiss. I cannot sleep. I focus…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132910","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132910","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132910"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132910\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132915,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132910\/revisions\/132915"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132910"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132910"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132910"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}