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Friday, August 27, 2004

Morning Musings

Little humid gems descend from the sky.
The birds flutter for a place to dry.

With sleepy eyes I stare
At the transparent paint
Creating images on my window.
Each image is unique,
Transient,
Deep.
I see the water seep.
Reveries when I am not asleep.

The yellow cab zooms by
Splashing past the puddle.
The street kids huddle.
Laughter,
Glee,
A moment of joyous spree.
A throng makes harmony under a solitary tree.

The little humid gems continue to fall.
I wake up, time for these thoughts to stall!

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