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Morning Apartment
Brillo pad clouds
Many man made fingers
exhaling matching breaths
Greeting the morning sky
Inside a heated box
Streets on view to see
Through empty trees
That once concealed
A never-ending mural
Keeping its quiet distance
Changing its airy colors
Drawing our attention back
Only to touch our eyes
Safe from prying eyes
Moving without a thought
All from afar.
© NAT CONNACHER