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Morning Ritual Piece
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
I am awake, get out of bed,
start the morning rituals.
Sunshine is fresh and inviting.
Coffee brewing in the pot.
The cold indifference of night
has now been forgotten.
Unlocking the corridors of
old rejections, freshly bought.
Cars outside the window
humming along their daily grind.
I hang out the back door
counting the blades of grass,
and collecting songs of birds,
to keep me strongly focussed.
The telephone rings, I answer.
My ride is on the way.
Shower, get dressed, smile.
Put on the face I'll wear today.
Horn honks, I lock the door,
wishing I could never go outside.
WOW!!!
WOW!!!
Vive le Quebec libre!