Morning
The world is just starting.
The birds are humming and I am alone
in the very best way with a smile
springing at the edges of my lips
for no other reason than it is morning
and I have survived another night.
I awake to the first light
and my voice falters the first few notes
unsure of themselves, but flowing
from my throat coloring the air --
straining to you.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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