Lake Michigan Sunrise
It feels like a sleepy sunrise,
not many others about, walking the beach.
The cold is daunting.
No one cared to join me on my walk,
content to lounge in bed,
tired from last night's festivities, and rightly so.
No doubt I appear introspective,
plinking stones into the lake,
watching the ripple-effect. Appearances deceive.
It isn't my choice to walk alone, but theirs to stay in bed.
I am enjoying the morning.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2017-06-04 at 16:20
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