Early Morning Hours Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Early Morning Hours
Streets are washed
with cool lustrous rain...
reflecting lamp globes
of limited luminescence
Morning darkness
surrenders its sovereign claim…
as the velvet cloak of stillness
remains in attendance
The haze of idleness
is urged to be on its way
as rumbling sounds
of motor driven locomotion
begin to invade
Accumulating exhaust fumes
are unwillingly inhaled …
as tranquility fades
4/13/2010
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