Shot of Innocence - Nov. 10, 2020

most everyone I know stands mentally

thick in front of the morning mirror

converts into a critic by 10

gets cranky and dragging by 4

slouched and sloth-like by 9

till sleep’s never-land

slides open its dreamy doors

so quickly forgotten

the unique pink of dawn

the blue and green paint

of nature still wet to the eyes

our first crisp inhale of indescribable

and the soft needle

of the sun’s finger

delivering

our daily shot of innocence