Morning, Miami Springs
Ariel Francisco

September 8, 2015

To the east, dawn
gives a feeble push against
the stubborn night.

A sickle moon hangs
overhead, a thin tear
in the skies darkest corner.

In the street, a raccoon lies
frozen in place like a thief
caught at the flip of a light switch.

To the west, an orange tree
heavy with fruit
absorbs the day’s first light,

the oranges glowing
like lanterns carelessly left lit

Ariel Francisco is a Miami poet currently completing his MFA at Florida International University where he is also the assistant editor of Gulf Stream Literary Magazine. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Portland Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Washington Square, and elsewhere.

What motivates him to create:
“The need to explore, interpret, and understand the world around me, and the experiences that come from that, are what motivate me to create. I draw a lot of inspiration from the ancient Japanese and Chinese poets: using the world to understand the world; daily occurrences and the nature that surrounds us are full of poetic opportunities. The real world is infinite to me and I wake up every day with the intention of deciphering it.”