Poem / In The Morning

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a cup of hot coffee in my hand,

i step outside.

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it is quiet except for a jet

far away

&

close by birds are chirping

but, their song

does not count as noise.

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there is no moon this morning

only venus to the east

&

a few clouds overhead

reflecting

the lights

of the bay area.

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for a reason

of which

only i am aware

a lonely feeling fills me inside.

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how I wish

it could always be

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in the morning.