Good Morning
A sleepy city stirs,
Awakens with a snort
Of garbage trucks and subway squeals.
Opens its storefront eyelids,
Wipes the night from its sidewalks.
Inhales the silence,
Pauses,
And merges into the current of the day.
Joining the Dance of the Spirit in New York
A sleepy city stirs,
Awakens with a snort
Of garbage trucks and subway squeals.
Opens its storefront eyelids,
Wipes the night from its sidewalks.
Inhales the silence,
Pauses,
And merges into the current of the day.
Shared by Dana at 6:47 PM
1 comment:
I think you should flag this one for your upcoming book :)
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