A New Day
Streetlight shadows, sentinals of the night
Give up their posts
Secrets safe
Crescent Moon, Venus in tow
Sighs its last breath
Waning on the horizon
Newspapers flop at doors, car exhaust
Once more bubbles
In the sunrise
Thoughts of commerce, or lack of it
Fill heads with coffee
Below the bridge, alongside the river
Ducks push out a few feet
Stirred by the homeless
Searching for firewood
Lights flicker in tall buildings
Hoping this will be the day
My thoughts turn to rhubarb pie
In season now
Freshly
Baked.
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2016
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