Misty Mornings
This morning I woke up,
and I was me.
Same place, right time,
same age, same face.
Morning On Tiny Cat's Feet
Sometimes I wonder
if the past 30 years
have only been a dream.
Would the dream fade, or
would all unfold as I had dreamt
so I could buy Apple and Google
the first day shares are offered?
Would I meet my mate?
Might I miss that date?
North King Street, Honolulu
How would life be different
If I were you and you were me?
What heaven or muck-Up
would that turn out to be?
“When I discover who I am,
I’ll be free.”
Ralph Ellison
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Love YOU,
cloudia
