Awakening

Opening eyes on a new place

Keith O’Sullivan
Nov 1 · 2 min read

A year went by before I finally saw the river.

It had always been covered in fog
or obscured by the evening gloom;

My heavy schedule ensuring that
it went unseen from the bridge.

The bridge that I crossed twice daily.

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Keith O’Sullivan

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serial dabbler with a background in political science, conflict studies, bartending and hotel management

LooseVerse Poetry

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