Early morning thoughts (taking place at approximately 7 am, when nobody has yet arrived at school).
Mornings are
white tennis shoes on
dingy gray
broken bones
and mollusc bits.
Mornings are
the dingy gray of
a dingy sky,
while deep green leaves
broil madly overhead.
Mornings are
White bulidings standing
still as stone,
Chalk lines against a
fragile sky.
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