I blink through my window
yawn and stretch
rumpled and sleepy

a sliver of sunrise
slices between two buildings
spotlights the last snow pie
on the lawn
and vanishes

across the street
a group of workers kibitzes
in the parking lot
before the day begins

behind them
the grey stone church
astounds in yellow sunlight

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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