The way the day really starts
After waking, washing, eating
All that stuff
Is at the train station
Where I park the car facing east
And watch the gulls
Soaring on the golden sea
Of the rising sun
Garbage pickers all, but gentlemen
Who wink at me.
- Author: Lorna ( Offline)
- Published: January 21st, 2018 05:01
- Category: Nature
- Views: 40
Comments4
A great work I can envisage it all - the sign of a great write.
Thanks all of you! Is spring coming yet?
Very enjoyable, descriptive piece. I didn't quite are the winking bit coming...😜
I can visualise this scene, good write.
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