Sunday Morning. A poem

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning has come too early
through the front window I hear
the timeless ebb and flow of the sea
my bedwarm body emerges
from the depth of my dreams
the back page papers reveal
thousands die in the the cold waves of the floods
Sunday morning has come too late

text and image c. rw schatz 2010

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