sunrise in a new town

From the well red comfy cushions

From the sofa my sister gave me

When I was drunk and poor and craving sanity

I watch this town give birth to a new day

Between its humming power lines

Meanwhile, the pancakes are browning nicely

And the school bus lights are ticking

In front of the neighbor's yard

I remember when I was crazy

White knuckling through every hallucination

Before I moved to this town

With humming power-lines

With soft sweet sunrise kisses

With the laughter of children

Scrambling onto school buses

Behind its ticking lights

On beautiful pink and azure mornings

That they often take for granted

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Oh, Xavier...sunrises scream new beginning, fresh start, a brand new day. I had a professor, that would say at the beginning of ever semester, "Its a brand new semseter. Time to re-invent yourself, re-new your commitment to doing the right thing. An opportunity to start over." I never forgot that. Brilliant writing,my friend. I've missed your philosophical poetic phrases so much. Glad to see you here again.

[s y e]

Wow, this is full of a variety of different things all pieced together to make an outstanding poem. I really like this.

[Lyn Anderson]

There is so much to this piece, recognition of a troubled past, gratefulness for a better today, still with a nostalgic feel.