Sunshine in windows
Morning coffee brew
Strength to rise again
Dishes drying
Postman’s clutter
Factory’s noon whistle.
Spending life waiting for the routine to end before beginning the day once more. Occupied with reading, listening, watching, all the while waiting, anticipating with hope, dreaming it will change, but if not, waiting for it to end.
The Bag Lady 
Hard to read but very good.
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I see it a lot, especially at the VA
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That’s sad
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Ah, that long yearning.
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Awesome! Lovely poem!
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