Never The Same

 

Morning breaks differently

Every day,

Oh sure there’s the daily

A to B crowd

Blinkered, headed

To their coffee chains,

But the air is never

Quite the same,

The cloud patterns

Are like giant finger tips

Always a variation,

The sun on your face

Doesn’t trace back

To yesterday,

It’s always fresh and new

Much like you

Always a new

Intriguing adventure.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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