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the sounds of my day

it is four o' clock in the morning

this computers hums the loudest
the dogs howl on the road seeing strangers pass that early
i can hear the winds of dawn break
the engine of the bus
on the highway going to faraway Zambezi
the first trip i suppose

the clock is ticking
the door is clicking

some footsteps
on the road going away from me

they are all
sounds of departure

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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