The Sweping Sound Early Morning - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

early morning the sound of sweeping the street
catches your attention,

you have just taken a bath, undergoing the
require cleansing of the body, combing the hair,
checking the nails for dirt, trimming your mustache,
wiping the wet portions of your body,
perfuming the side of the ears and the hands,

it is a ritual, it is like cleaning the body to give
the impression that you have also cleaned your soul

praying, talking to yourself, grasping for any message
from your dream last night, listening to the voice of God,
your conscience whispering what to do for the day

you take the last button, look at yourself in the mirror,
you take the deep breath, open the window, and then

face a new day. It is still you, along with you, talking to yourself.
You are brave, and now ready to face the demands of the brand new day.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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