This Morning Was a Long Time Ago

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Pointe-Claire, Quebec — Photos by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

This morning was a long time ago,
a long time before the angels sent
a message from the river about the rent
after I'd gone back inside to go
to work to try to earn something to show
for all the alley shadows I was lent
and all the shades of charcoal black that blent
together in the moonset afterglow.

This morning was another world apart —
from where I am — when the sun began to rise.
Back then I was someone else in your eyes
and where I am was somewhere in my heart.
But this morning, long ago, I began to start
to see my way into the future of the sky.

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