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Nov 2016
A muffled moment when the light hit me
the people in the room, the animals
in the waiting room
The white pairs of hands disappearing
wild as silence

then I was back in it
The stillness of the morning
the bridge hanging,
swaying behind me
The smell of coffee
The smell of fresh coffee

I blink slowly
One eye opens first
My hands are cold
But I'm so
so warm
Alena Leo
Written by
Alena Leo  Ithaca, NY
(Ithaca, NY)   
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