Extravagant Morning Poem

Oh morning,
you have no one
in the water watching
the sun make extravagant
orange rings on the ripples.
The pine needles
under your dew
in a man made forest
are more artificial than a
pine scent in a cab.
I will lift your repetition
into oblivion, taste the maximal
deep end with a cone under
each foot and laugh while
I make your original fizz
elegant again and cosmopolitan.