Light fog above the dawning horizon
Like steam slowly rising from my coffee
Stationary on the table
As I look out at the slowly rising sun.
Later, I’ll wander small alleys and crowded markets
As the sun shines above me glistening
The streets and the water
Like a melting pot of old and new.
My eyes will light the scene
Of freshly baked pastry in windows,
Museum masterpieces right there
While people live their daily lives here.
It feels like home to sit and drink coffee
And imagine the place I’ve never lived
But have always loved.
With art, language, and nature
With beauty, strangers, and myself.
Fulmore Middle School
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