these future mornings of old

when a ray of morning sun shines upon my face

pressing a soft kiss of warmth to my temple

I know that day has come again

and what a blessing it is—

to stretch my legs

in a bed I will one day long for

to get to feel my body

throb and thrum and bend in its wake

I come alive like a sail, unfurling,

out of sleep,

so that I may bend and sway in the wind

however strong it may be

for one day more

and so I spread my arms to the sky

I stand, tall and proud,

before I bask in the beauty of my world

from my attic bedroom window,

imprinting my New York neighborhood

into my memory forevermore

~

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