morning gloats
night disappears
light weaves it way
around the bushes
and the trees;
we are as normal
as we can be
given the extent
of our awareness
and lapses in
our consciousness;
reflections in our
windows melts
on sight when clouds
of tourists stand
at our doorways
demanding attention;
history is curtailed
and night creeps
around the corner
illuminating...
its darkness.
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