Morning
it came blind, blind like the night
and legs wake it it blindness
to meet the real night.
by noon, the blindness our actions first
unknown...
and by night....
we take stock....
what a wonder....
the morning was not blind.
Copyright © Innocent Ododo | Year Posted 2011
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