Sunday, March 18, 2012

My Sunday Morning Poem

Always looking
Always watching
Nothing escapes me
See the dog hanging out
Look there’s more
Looks like people talking to themselves
Or talking to their laptops
A baby strolling in a carriage
A loving warm embrace
Including a dog in a friendly hello
Hear foul mouth talk
And the grumbling motorcycle
Shuffling feet break my concentration
Cars passing sound like the surf
With its ebbs and flows
A whiff of coffee awakens my nose
The air feels crisp and fresh
The sun filtered in through a haze
Lots of people come and go
I like the constant movement
All this on a lazy Sunday morning
It brings soothing comfort
A huge sigh like I had been holding my breath

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