Poetry
Saturday, April 26, 2008
MORNING
One voice shatters
The dark silence
Then another
And another
I saw it first
No, I saw it
No, it was me over here
I saw it
Then all at once
The joyous cacophony
builds
To a crescendo
I close the window
And slip back between warm sheets
Day breaks
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