it was the morning of the spring. As unpredictable as the weather patterns
of the Mid-Atlantic could be,
during this season, they would be this morning.
What kind of southern hound, who enjoys the growl of rubber and asphalt,
could stop himself from jumping in his car
and taking in the music of wet asphalt and breaking clouds?
Not i, gentle sleeper, not i.
To let all the joy and misery of reality wheel about you,
while the eye speeds past the clumping Wisteria,
this must be what Morning from Peer Gynt is all about.
The lilt of the flutes
while the k9 task force SUV is situated in a hiding spot
down the stretch of Old Statesville Road
between Oak Drive and Gibbon Road.
Of course he would give you a ticket
if you accelerate to pass the crusty eyed drivers
with no love for the visual paradise being offered.
The mornings of spring are quite different from any other season.
All you have to do is stop long enoug
to take it all in.
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| Wet Spring Morning ~ PMPope 2016 |
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