Dublin: Early Morning July 2013

Dropping from the bus, and the city is quietly alive.
I weave through bicycles, bin bags, and the sleeping homeless.
At my elbow the shadow scented greenery of the park is cool,
the trees above tentatively kissed with sunlight.
I cross the street into eighteenth century shadows, and I think,
This is beautiful
My life is beautiful
I am lucky.

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