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Wendell Watt: ‘In Smiling Hands’

Roger Franklin

Jun 30 2023

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In Smiling Hands

Locked in dawn light
and ponded air
the town waits for the day to happen.

Sun unshackles the horizon
breaks free.
A sky, fresh-polished
oversees the stir of waking life.
Magpies sing reveille.
Winds call up
a gathering of clouds.
Leaves dance vibrato
through a weft of trees.

The town blinks night away
brews coffee
showers
throws open doors
steps out into morning.

Fate cups the hour
in smiling hands.

Wendell Watt

Roger Franklin

Roger Franklin

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