A quiet morning, so few people
are awake, or so few
advertise it, it must
have just rained but now
it’s a lull, just some
wind and fragmented
gulls blowing over
an empty lot
.
The sky has a tenor
to it, all this year
it’s been later
than it seems
and now there’s no
denying it–
we’ve been here
before at home
under the oppressive
cloud layer
.
Somehow it’s a comfort
to wake and to stay
watching tiny up-street
figures with detachment
and pity
we inhabit two different
mornings mine rests
centered in place
a hesitant ship
looking out at a storm
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Gorgeous
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Thank you, Kim!
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Very real! Deep! Great stuff!
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Thanks!
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you’re most welcome, sorry to be so forward but feel free to check out some of my stuff and I hope you like it? x
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October 20 is my birthday. With its elegant somberness and wistfulness, you have been able to capture my inner world on so many occassions. “…just some / wind and fragmented // gulls blowing over / an empty lot” is as piercing as lulls over the page.
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I realized that I have been confused about what date it actually is, but will leave this poem as the 20th as a birthday present 🙂 happy b-day!
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Thank you
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I’m always in awe of your hard work with these poems, of your talent. This is really a beautiful piece. You should send this one out if you haven’t already.
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Thank you for your encouraging words– am pretty burned out on the submission process but will consider this one if I ever return to it 🙂
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Wow…. Nice work
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Thanks!
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