good morning morning--
sometimes i wake up
feeling left out in
the waking world.
i liked the idea
of morning
when it ws dark
& cold
& i ws outside
alone & walking.
i felt okay then
on my way
in no ex
now
it's morning
with light & bustle
traffic, pain & people
the glare and gare
of walking for hopeful waking
mumble & fumble
bumble for change
i'll take the warmth of sunlight
& if i have to choose
btw laughter & violence
i'll laugh til it just aint funny.
with wonder at what
is in a day.
in lefthanded diligence,
yr constituent
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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