Rushes to the Morning
Dawn comes to the valley, houses lit with early risers, garbage trucks roaring to a stop. Headlights carve the remaining dark, white edged clouds outline
February 24, 2019
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Dawn comes to the valley, houses lit with early risers, garbage trucks roaring to a stop. Headlights carve the remaining dark, white edged clouds outline
Birds return to the valley crossing the sky, filling the trees. The winter storm has passed and though the rain continues something has changed. The
Hard cobblestone streets and sidewalks with blood in the cracks. Old buildings with the cries of mothers and children, the laughter of immigrants. It was
I’ve shaped wood into the soft curve of tapered molding and myself into a rough hewn beam to support the weight of generations. Resting on