In the morning, we pull back the curtain
from the cottage window and there
sits the sun, waiting in the urban, yellow
yard, a warm and quiet welcome to this
day, gifted us while we slept.
ON RUTHERFORD STREET
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
In the morning, we pull back the curtain
from the cottage window and there
sits the sun, waiting in the urban, yellow
yard, a warm and quiet welcome to this
day, gifted us while we slept.