“Morning” I nod to the elderly couple on their morning dog-walk. “Morning” “Morning” They chime in unison. “Morning” again as a woman jogs by “Morning” she responds, then crosses the street “Morning” once more, as two women gossip past Vice is spice of life “Morning” “Morning” Repeating like an echo, endlessly I laugh quietly to myself Oh, bizarre ritual The humid morning Spreading over my skin like plastic glitter “Morning” “Morning” “Morning” “Morning”
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