morning poem, october 2, 2015

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from my window

.

on a grey afternoon

thursday

cars and pickups

now and then a bus

glide over new pavement

leaving the city.

a girl in a pink jacket

waits on a corner

she holds something in her arms

books?

a breeze rustles the oaks along the sidewalk

and the flow of traffic ceases

the girl waits, unmoving

the breeze blows again

and the traffic resumes

like an incoming tide.

 

copyright 2015

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