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I waited
outside the gates
of morning
for clues–
a color in the sky
turning orange
or pink in hue
the sign to start out
to the park
Like a black dog
once captive, roaming free
in the lessons
of the wind;
hunger driven but friendly
or simple words
on a page
which might guide us
to a calmer place
of revelation…
I smelled deeply
within the fermened tea leaves
looked for signs of earth
breathing in goodness
enrichment, this work of men
to please their brethren–
those who sold their goods
in open markets
on the coast or in stores
for survival; plant crops
harvest the horizon;
they make my morning better
with their efforts
I acknowledge, observe
record the human endeavor–
sip the dawning day in
consider culture…
the black dog has settled
into peaceful sleep
curled up in the park
by the wary, dark eyed crows
and the always-inquisitive squirrels
on their rounds–
searching for bits
and pieces of bagel.
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