An instant of morning

An instant of morning

In the cool of the hallway
terracotta-flagged
pale light falling
through the small morning window
padding of dog paws behind me
I open a door
and for a moment
a swallow-swoop
the smell of childhood.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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