Morning Ritual

Softly snoring comes floating
up the stairs to
the white-walled room where
thoughts fly unbounded
over pastures fertile
through parades of possibilities
dancing outside the lines
Boundaries blur and fade away
like footsteps in the sand
Until the silence is broken

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Thanks to Iquanyin Moon and One Stop Poetry for the visual prompt that inspired this poem.

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