Orion’s Lament
She was the first breath of spring
puncturing a stubborn morning frost.
She was jazz blooming from blues,
she was sacred verse bursting from psalm.
She was unrefined snorts and belly-laughs;
she was knowing eyes that knew better.
She was a midnight pub-crawl;
she was of pre-dawn shared comfort food.
She was nothing imagined
and everything desired;
she was love’s bloom; a promise kept.
And I am the fool hunter
who grasped at her corona,
eternally driving her from my reach.
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Yes, I’m still overdosing on Hamilton. I’d ask Wifey to intervene, but we’re on this bender together. I have no regrets.
I’m sure we’ll return to normal soon, but have you seen my country’s normal? I say, let’s take all the manufactured joy we can get.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
loved it.
you had me reading up about hamilton. loved the hip-hop presentation you posted.
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Thank you. The play has inspired many to read Alexander Hamilton’s actual history.
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Nothing imagined and everything desired–so much if life is just like that. (K)
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I agree. Thanks. 🙂
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Loved from first to last. Truly beautiful.
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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This poem is indeed a lament, and the Hamilton song/video went so well with it. I really loved this pairing.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Oh my gosh, this is the coolest thing ever! I started to highlight favorite lines, but they comprise the entire piece. 🙂
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