Random Thoughts: ‘Red Brick, Fall Mornings’

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Poetry
and my day starts together with the sun,
as it rarely does (most often mid-day),
a slight breeze as I sip a chai.
 
this poem is un-dramatic,
it isn’t about heartache or the longing for meaning,
it’s about the last days of summer hanging with the first moments of fall –
a coffee shop, computer-less and book-less, time breezing by,
 
the sky and the paved pedestrian road and the reflective tower and stone walls with green doors and the red brick, mostly
 
tourists gazing at public art on private grounds also
 
and now, these thoughts jotted down,  I walk back to work,
trying to find ways, sometimes, to express the simplicity of what is beautiful, the complexity of what touches us 
 
shifting shadows on the ground as the sun weaves itself through clouds above this city
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