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{ 2009 09 08 }

Mornin’

Early morning. Trash day. Haul cart to street.
Boxers. Button fly. Neighbor smiles, then eyes
grow wide. Noticing then, a new day’s breeze.

Posted by joesmith on Tuesday, September 8, 2009, at 9:12 am. Filed under prose poetry. Tagged . Follow any responses to this post with its comments RSS feed. You can post a comment or trackback from your blog.

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