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Morning on Milton St.
by J. P. DaviesVapor slinks lazily
up from the harbour,
as low-slung sun burns,
rain dries from asphalt.
Track rails glow silver
invading corneas with light.
Silouetted buildings show
a strange unbalanced skyline.
Fishing boats drift 'round
Protection and Newcastle Isles.
Heading out to the Strait.
Hoping the fish are there.
A view of a city, reborn,
waking up to amber sunrise.
Some have stirred early
to wend ways to jobs or schools.
Joining them I breathe
in refreshed ocean winds.
A painting in a moment,
is back drop enough
for anyone's walk to work. 05/11/2004 Posted on 05/11/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/11/04 at 06:15 PM How vividly you take us there. I can smell the ocean. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/14/04 at 06:23 AM Absolutely enchanting... ~Nita |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/15/04 at 06:57 PM Superb descriptive imagery through this piece. I feel I'm right there in the picture walking beside you and living this poem. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 12/09/23 at 12:56 PM Your Milton Street sounds a lot more interesting than mine. :) A beautiful antidote to a grey day. |
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