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by Joanna M. Weston  

slow upward movement
as I shuffle dreams
to one side
touch the soft curve
of daylight

limp into morning
half-eyed speechless

routines slack-handed
set to auto-pilot

a slow stiffening
through breakfast
preparing to open the door
for this day
to stride in

By Joanna M. Weston

Joanna M. Weston can’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing poetry but became a ‘closet poet’ due to school bullying until she ‘came out’ in the 1980’s. She hasn’t stopped yet. She combines her writing with gardening, ably assisted by deer, raccoons, and other wild creatures. Family, assorted cats, and photography also keep her busy. She has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty-five years. Her middle-reader: Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press. Poetry: A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBook: ‘The Willow Tree Girl” at her blog http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/ Her e-mail address: