Morning – Poem.

Waking Up This Morning In The Mist & Fog

i love rainy mornings

when the sun is just close enough to up,

the world is transluscent

and damp.

i’ll sing about coffee shops

and lost loves

and harbor selfish memories

in that sad early hour

with the heater on in the car

driving to someplace

for new memorable moments

that i will someday recall

on a morning just the same.

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