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Mr. Duke’s good morning

12.23.17 Posted in today's words by

Kayode Afolabi’s most recent poem to appear here was “Hurtful Relics of an Old Shoe” (July 2017)

Mr. Duke’s good morning
By Kayode Afolabi

I woke up loudly happy, today
the cock crowed unusually reassuring.
The water, this morning, was colder
and more gentle than had ever been.
In watery dribs and drabs,
I heard the droplets hum
a song of elation as they splashed
down my head.
The sky was everything a nursery is,
the baby sun like all other dawns before
was out in all its glory as i walked.
Yet not indistinguishable from the dawns before,
there was something remotely personal
about the sun’s smile today.
As I stepped in, half an hour early,
the lady behind the firm’s inscribed logo
smiled a smile brighter than the smile the sun smiled
and said “Good morning Mr. Duke”.

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