To the things you love, to the things you miss,
To the alien mists, to the shadows of past, to the next day’s tasks.
To the world you know, and the fears that grow, to the taxi that waits,
To the plane at the gate, and the people who wait,
With their open hearts, and their smiles.
That radiate.
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October
Poem: Say Good Morning
by Jon Katz