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In love this morning

with the sounds
of a child crying,
adults good-naturedly
trying to calm it down,
and all this set amid
the steady gutter drips and asphalt hiss
of a daybreak summer rain…

a melody and a poem
to start my day,
and I’m not even out of bed.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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