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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning meditations: 15 of 79

Morning Sometimes a slant of sun strikes the clear water as it pours into the maker and the moment is radiant, alive. Opening loosely drawn curtains to the sound of coffee, the scent of water brewing dark and rich; outside a fat green hummingbird searching the last yellow flowers as morning lights the room. Far from the fear of mornings past when the air outside was white with breathing, when the battle had to be won at any cost to earn the paycheck. If she fails now she only fails herself. No young mouths to feed. Comfort comes in measured tones of road hum, in wooden floors that have wai...
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