Upon Sunrise Once sunrise occurs, I shake out the sand, and fold my blanket I escaped another night of darkness and whispers I store my blanket into a travelling sack, slip-on my tongue-less shoes and stretch my legs on flat ground, raising my arms toward the clouds I don’t know where I’m headed, but have a vague idea that if I read the signs, I will make it to another resting place If I could maintain my strength, avoid the disease that lurks in grains of dusty air and spoiled food, I will safely hide between temporary roots and a false sense of security.
Mark Tulin
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