When I Step Outside

July 1, 2012
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On a good afternoon,
I'll go outside; 
once the sharpened air
wears dull,
and sidewalks
heal from the
beatings of yesterday's
a five-day war of 
coffee swords and
briefcase shields.
Before time grows
and before the bulb of day
burns dry,
I'll step outside,
for a moment
to see the sun.

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Padoodallee said...
Sept. 4, 2012 at 9:39 pm
Very good poem. I love the worn out feel you give the day.
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