California Notebooks, Mornings, 2014

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the sound of my steps
my hills on concrete

early in the morning
resounds in my head

is an internal sound
that echoes all over

when thoughts cease
for a minute or two

 

when flowers reach
the fullness of my heart

 

invasive as their perfume
I slow down to inhale

it’s a time warp this one
now suddenly on the

French/Italian Riviera
same me hushed in the

moment of understanding
beauty from within

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