Mornings From The California Notebooks 2015

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some mornings
I don’t perform well

in spite of the flowers
the citrus trees

the sun rising

greeting me
on my walk

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I seem to carry
the European gloom

draped inside
my sprinted limbs

as some unshakable
bad dreams

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I find myself
observing

the hand of the others
greeting me on meeting

some reaching out
some limp

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others waving in the wind
or just matter of fact

some from Mexican workers
non-hibernating Canadians

plus white residents on
tiny wheels on their way

to the better life

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2015-04-05 08.13.24

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