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New Day

Posted on November 15, 2012 by Michael Cavacini

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Sunlight pierces the curtains; sheets are pulled back, and feet hit the floor.

Daybreak brings stretching, sustenance and song.

Water is splashed; a shirt is shrugged on, and fingers run through hair.

Holes are buttoned, laces tightened and a belt is fastened.

One final glance; the door opens.

It’s a new day.

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This entry was posted in Poems, Writing and tagged City, M.C. James, Morning, New Day, Philadelphia, Poem, Sunrise by Michael Cavacini. Bookmark the permalink.

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