One of mine....
Wednesday AMSitting with a gaze,
Counting chimneys and aerials
As the city spreads to the periphery
On a milky morning.
The doves lustily announce themselves
To passing cars
As they scurry by
To their purpose-filled destinations.
Me sitting here, waiting for the sun,
Like a lizard,
To warm my bones slowly:
The beams a gift for my dull ache.
posted by moor-rambler @ 6:04 AM
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