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coffee and morning and earth scents
quiet enough to hear my feet on the grass
throaty bird songs grow out of the twilight
one long groan from a train blends in
with the twittering static of dawn
without purpose or malice standing
listening and wondering
at the unintended chaos of it all
this random quiet cacophony
preceding the messages and meetings
of people shuffling out into the light

(Words and images Copyright 2012 by Michael Kallstrom)

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