M.L. Squier


In this small town when the morning is early

It is so quiet

It is then like a ghost town

For awhile the streets have no cars moving

The air is fresh

The street lights continue their mechanical changing

They could be switched off

And the last flicker begins in streetlight bulbs

Then they turn off

The sun is coming up, coming higher into the sky

Soon the quiet morning will be another busy day

But it so peaceful for a few moments more

It is a release

It is another world

Before men arrive

I love it here then

I forget about all the other things

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 24, 2008

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