Every morning
I bow to the
dreams that

fall away
like confetti
in the sirens
of the day

I sing
as the pieces
float to earth

always
more naked than
yesterday

 

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Maria Mazzenga travels daily from her home in Arlington, Virginia, to her job as a historian in Washington, D.C. and back again searching for poems in waiting. She’s been writing, publishing, and reading poetry for 30 years.

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