Poem 170:

Clouds

Misty Morn

In a misty morn
before the fog has set
a story shall unfold
where the mind met reality
and said nope, not yet.

——-
(for that very sleep morning
we all seem to run into from time to time.. )

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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