Jan 25 2007
1 Comment
By poetjungle Poetry

Morning

Morning
Is not my time
The night ghosts have not yet gone
They leap-frog through my gray cells
Green leaf hoppers in the bush
Bite where they land
And suck the sap
Of my spirit
Dry

Marv Smith

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One thought on “Morning”

  1. Kath says:
    January 26, 2007 at 8:11 am

    So good to get this dose of poetry from the awesome Cleveland poets. Thanks for posting these, Wendy.

    Reply

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