Getting By - Poem by Kyle Schlicher
morning 2: 30AM
i am up with my cup of coffee
before the town is waking and moving about.
I open the front door
and step outside,
a breeze is blowing,
I smell the water upon the wind.
I take a deep breath to relax
as I stare across the bay
at light reflections shimmering,
dancing on the water's surface.
I turn, walking back inside.
I sit down in the florida room,
pick up the remote,
turn on the television
and then i punch in
the 3 numbers for the new age music channel.
this is what i do before 3AM
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