It’s magic walking in the dark,
The
sidewalks empty, shadows stark
And
dogs have not begun to bark;
There’s
promise in the air.
The
birds are waking in the park,
Each
chirp a beak-to-beak remark
And
on the river, tugboats hark,
En
route to who-knows-where.
When
daylight breaks I disembark
From
reveries the pre-dawns spark
As
I confront the question mark
Of
how the day will fare.
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