Spring Sunrise Rush Hour (from Sickbed) new Poem

Again, I THINK I’ve found my “real” blog, but I am not sure. I thought I was so clever having so many gmails that are similar and blogs that sound so much the same. I somehow got into this blog, and wanted to post a little poem I’ve been thinking about. About the passage of time. About how we don’t notice all the beauties and sounds around us as we rush through our days.

And then… slowing down due to age, being sick…and I wonder. Has the sunrise always been a mix of beauty and chaos?

I will post now, before I get booted out.

Thanks for reading.

Laura

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