the events of the day

It's a sensationalized morning

and the rising of the Sun is a rare event.

once a day it is pulled-up by the hand of God

to service our necessities.  it ain’t easy.

the Sun's a hot item and God seems to have

second thoughts about the usefulness of the Sun

given that it services one greedy planet.

I myself would care for the Sun, watering it

and refreshing it like I would the rare and thirsty

asphodel if one could be found in my garden.

William Carlos Williams wrote: "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower"

referring to the asphodel as "greeny":

"Of asphodel that greeny flower,

                    like a buttercup

                                     upon its branching stem..

save that it's green and wooden.."

"greeny", a word which my spellcheck refuses to acknowledge.

but after a fierce battle with spellcheck I’m accepting “greeny”

as a word, as a form of green, as a value of green because

the poet said so. but––

I won’t use “greeny” in day-to-day conversations

or when corresponding with my bank due to an overdraft,

although "greeny" could work poetically when referring to a dollar bill.

"hey, buddy. can you spare a greeny for a veteran of foreign wars"?  

so the day begins with an abstract pulled from a complete

observation as with all abstractions like this one here.