IN MY EARLY MORNING-poem [W, 11-18-20]

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IN MY EARLY MORNING-poem [W, 11-18-20]

 

In my early morning legs

I am running on the back roads

Passing deer like frozen statues

In my early morning legs

 

In my early morning eyes

I can see beyond the ending

Stirring light into the darkness

In my early morning eyes

 

In my early morning mouth

I can taste the fruit of loving

Breathe in the air of plenty

In my early morning mouth

 

In my early morning soul

I can hear the babies laughing

Feel the empty places filling

In my early morning soul

 

John Robert McFarland