Morning

by on September 14, 2015 :: 0 comments

I feel like I am standing on the shoulder
of the day, looking for something to break free,
a smile on the face of a woman waiting
for a bus, a pinch of sparkle from last night
or even the name of an actor, childhood favourite,
who has followed me around for days,
unafraid to show his face but traveling
incognito, aware that pleasure is pointless
without pain and that, in the act of consummation,
the colour drains, just as a stone shaken
from a shoe may say nothing, lose itself
easily in the crowd and the woman,
boarding the bus, will likely catch her reflection,
turn her head to find a seat.

– Maurice Devitt

editors note:

Each morning a day in the life; turn your head now. – mh clay

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