In the morning

4 Dec

Distant sound of traffic

like an urban surf

someone yells out

someone always yells out

in a city

morning, noon and night

dawn has arrived like a bruise

which will take the rest of the day

to heal

only to be hit again

by some mysterious assailant

leaving me stumbling until

I’ve had my morning coffee

then alert and awake I will

stake my claim on an unsteady day

full of people like and unlike myself

some of whom are still dreaming

while awake

and others like myself

taking each moment at it’s own

merits

because this is what it is like

in the morning

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