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Sunshine, in the mornings,
spills. It
slips and slithers as it
Routine and unremitting,
yet still,
I find it
bestilling —
how the Sunshine
unravels and ribbons,
like the crest
of a breaking wave.

I’m always drowsy
in the mornings,
from eyeing the light
and the course of its routes.
But I love the taste
and the remedies of Sunshine
in the mornings;
as the rays flood up
to my lips, it
reminds me of spilt orange juice.

Image courtesy of the author Eshiemomoh Osilama.

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Eshiemomoh Osilama Eshiemomoh Osilama (6 Posts)

Editor-in-Chief and Former Writers-in-Training Intern

Geisinger College of Health Sciences

Eshiemomoh Osilama is a medical student at Geisinger College of Health Sciences in Scranton, PA, Class of 2024. He graduated from Columbia University in 2016 with a Bachelor of Arts in biology. He enjoys reading and writing poetry, baking, theater, singing, museums, traveling, beaches and oceans, photography, and being an extraordinary guncle. Momoh is pursuing a career in psychiatry.