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In the Morning

by Uriel Tovar

early morning gunk
refuses to disintegrate.
she pushes the un lockable door
and screams
UNCLE
running to the television
so she can dance to the prehistoric beats of a purple
beaten
dinosaur.

late night freedoms
take their toll
as i fake a smile and kiss her head.

07/20/2005

Posted on 07/20/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 07/20/05 at 05:20 PM

Yes, indeed we measure the cost with the gain, and some prices are hardly a blip on the radar compared to the gain. Pricesless I should say, to see her happy. Again, very lovely.

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