what straddles morning and
milks color from the dawn,
rushes down empty streets
into coffee-shops for kicks-
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Absolutely stunning, though I had trouble understanding the beginning. It sounded, from the way you started out, like you were describing something, but you gave it no true name. I figured it out by the end, though. Very nice.
you reminded me by putting one foot in front of the other, I have a journey to end or to begin. great stanza and even greater poem thank you again for such wonderful words.