morning blanketed with silence
quietened by slow drift from a wintry sky
harsh bite of a seasonal chill
hazardous for the unwise
the town breaks from industrial clangor
no busy rush on the streets
no rumble through buildings on Main
what does it offer that we do not already have
stillness rests on the breath
noise a sound to be joined
this is only the day that is
every day is that
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