Morning Poem by Anthony Fortunato

Morning



Morning
Where thought is much more heavy and drastic
Trying to remember if there is any reason
to feel this frightened
Slowly rising clearing out a somber state
Recalling nothing which differs today from the last
I wipe off the past
Lace up my my boots
And head out into the snow

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