#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

#NewThisDay

Because I walk in morning hoping, to picture

what is as yet #unseen #unnoticed #unimagined

a little anxiety hums an irritation, I hear

a cranky voice with a cranky warning -

all there is to see you've seen before - every wildflower

wilting, every web of sparkle on grass is a cliche

leaves in autumn are coloring, this won't surprise - stop!

What's the point of pointing out yesterday's news?

The voice hums nothing that is news to me, I'm wasting

time for no good reason. The news is I keep going,

across, the trestle ties are wood and rotting, yes,

and any second a train might be coming, yes, but

the humming isn't what's stopping me, see - the

picture I am making from these worn out tracks.

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