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