this morning after
it has taken so many lives;
were these the same waters our ancestors
saw when they were sitting here?
how benign the dark water looks
as sun sparkles and dances on its surfaces,
laying down a golden walkway for us
to walk upon towards oblivion;
I wonder if this same sun has sparkled
like this on previous mornings?
how gentle the humid air blows coolness
across my body and face,
calming my outlook temporarily
easing my morning after consciousness.
15Jun13
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