L.A. Morning Poem by moon batchelder

L.A. Morning



morning doves sing in magnolia trees
a squirrel researches the ground
mists from the ocean drift in on a breeze
a jogger approaches, his third time around

children with backpacks on walking to school
the traffic tho distant grows loud
thus morning is broken again - like a rule,
and solitude hides from the thickening crowd..

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moon batchelder

moon batchelder

bemidji, minnesota
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