Morning Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Morning



above the pines
clouds heap-up against the sky
and the blue Peugeot and red Hyundai

before they join the traffic flow
tread lightly to the junction slow

and soon the feint impressions
that they've made
in the tarmacadam fade

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Stephen Brian Brady

Stephen Brian Brady

Lancashire England
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