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Before the Sun

Early morning, took my walk Before the rising sun. On the rain-slicked city streets, I was the only one. Not another soul in sight, The sidewalks all for me, Which felt like post-Apocalypse And I a refugee. It isn’t very often That Manhattan seems so stark, Accentuated by the rain, The wind, the hour, the dark. At least, on several corners, Glowed an all-night deli’s light, Assuring me, despite the void, That things would be all right.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/30/2019 7:58:00 AM
A walk in Manhattan – in the dark no less – Ilene, you're a courageous woman! A can of pepper spray would at the least be called for if it were me! / M
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Date: 10/28/2019 7:49:00 PM
I can feel the chill of the apocalypse right through my old bones. So well depicted, Ilene! ~ Gershon
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Date: 10/28/2019 6:18:00 AM
- A quiet moment before sunrise, lovely Ilene :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 10/27/2019 5:03:00 PM
We often go out walking at night or in the early hours after midnight but we just have quiet country lanes and our torches, I did enjoy your descriptive poem Ilene:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 10/27/2019 4:35:00 PM
Deli? I thought only bars and fish markets were open that early in the morning. Anyway, you should stay in bed and cuddle your husband on cold, wet, wintry mornings! Aloha! Rico
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