Me Again Poem by Frank Avon

Me Again



This morning
for a moment
I saw the sunrise
reflected on the western horizon
its warm light
gilding the tops of trees
with their fresh green leaves

and I was free again
to be again
as I have not been
for a season.

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I could not sleep, so I got up and cleaned out the garage. This was my reward.
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