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Songs of Morning
When I awoke today,
I looked to the east
and there was the sun,
punctual as ever.
I opened the back door,
pleased to hear the birds
singing their songs of morning
into the cool, quiet air.
Breathing in, I feel my lungs
expand, contract.
Steady,
the beat of my heart,
a small promise of existence.
The world goes on as it does,
unburdened by the weight of our fears,
chirps the chickadee
from her perch in the cedar elm,
high above it all.
© Nick Allison
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| Nick Allison |
Nick Allison is a writer based in Austin, Texas. His poems and essays have appeared in HuffPost, The Shore, CounterPunch, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, The Chaos Section, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere, as well as on his personal site, The Truth About Tigers. He recently edited the anthology Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age (TCS Press, 2025). Social: @nickallison80.bsky.social
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