Judith Vriesema Poems
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Morning rush-hour sounds cavort with newspapers
that fly across cobblestone streets into open doorways.
Subway sounds rush through London's waking dreams.
The scent of coffee hovers in the air while music begins to life-play.
Horses gaze at speeding thoughts.
And roadways of streaming lights paint abstracts across the landscape.
The sky dreams in colours of leaden grey
while windows open to capture the morning's imagination.
Clouds speed across avenues of words,
And papers rustle;
in the wind.
Tea pours into empty cups,
When the fishing boats come in,
the seagulls gather upon slumbering lava
- their beaks alomost orange in the light.
The northern wind carries their cries through
the streets of Keflavik
-. winding from door to door,
from rooftop to rooftop....
-from the cliffs to the sky.....