Morning Breaks
Morning breaks into my room—garish
and irreverent—full of human voices rattling
in the winter breeze, like broken
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In the distance, the dull drone
of a water pump, gurgling tap water through
its ancient metal veins,
the sudden rush of hollow steps, stumbling
blind on rockhard stairs
O what mad
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..................into daylight glare_______!
I do not wish to leave the darling gardens
of my dreams, the soft eiderdown touch
of tender night, where my soul roams
rapt in silver moonlight under
magic eyes.
By Jim Valero
© 2009 Jim Valero
(All rights reserved)
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