Lying half awake
The syncopated music
And the gentle caress
of a
Cool, humid breeze
Playing through gauzy curtains
Announce a grey sunrise
Drawn from sleep
I remember a younger
self
In the freedom of a
stormy spring morning
With thoughts of
galoshes and rain coats
Puddle jumping
And leaf boats
carefully crafted
For their courageous
voyage
On the rivers of my
street
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