(x = space)

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Postcard at the Center

(wishing you were here)

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I am up early

The sun has yet

To shine

Or try through clouds

If that’s what happens

It’s going to be

A warmish winter day

Not that the climate’s warming

Or anything

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The trees outside

Will look black against

The morning light behind them

The cars will pass by

Below,

Somehow magically muffled

By a Sunday morning

Eventually,

It will be time for church

For churchgoers

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No comment

But some coffee

That was necessary

And gratified I had the fixings

For a gift

And for the time

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That’s all

The card ran out of space

Above

I’m writing on the air beside

That might be sent

As well

Through something like the ether

If not cardboard

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C L Couch

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with gratitude for Carrie Fisher

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Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

Sydney Opera House

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