Morning Song

this is the song of
the pillow and the blanket
when you splash them
in the air and then
you fold the blanket
and put it on top
of each other and you
set them gently aside

this is the song of the
yellow green venetian blinds
when you pull the strings up
and you let in the light

this is the song of the doors
and the windows when you
unlock the knobs and open
them to let all the sounds of the
day enter your house

this is the whistle that comes
out from your throat when
you shape your lips like
a pout where good thoughts
are let in and then the notes
begin to fly like some birds
on a clear early morning sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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