Turn the lock <br />take a short walk <br />pluck a blue plastic package <br />from the lawn. <br /> <br />Blue pink orange pastels <br />washing across the horizon. <br />an avian megachoir full voiced <br />in stereo, quadraphonic <br />centiphonic sound. <br /> <br />No need to rush. <br />Mr. Coffee’s still ciphering <br />his caffeinated solution. <br /> <br />Linger a moment to audition <br />the morning senses giver’s <br />daybreak concerto. <br /> <br />Linger a moment: <br />Taste the fresh morning air. <br /> <br /> <br />(April, 2007)<br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-paper/
