Morning Glories
Are summer morning gladness
Bouncing on a sunny breeze
Magenta striped blue purple
Delicate pale pink
Traditional blue
Blossoms that seem to bob along
Fences and walls
Small shouts of gay laughter
In the city’s noisy
Seemingly barren concrete and steel jungle
In seeing them
I too turn my face to the sun
And let breeze wash my face
Knowing I am glad
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