I’ve recently discovered the magnificent poetry of Marie Howe, State Poet of New York. I can think of no better Monday Morning post than to share her poem: ‘Beating the Monday Rush.’ It made me think about how often I tell my 7-year-old granddaughter Jazz to “Hurry, hurry, hurry…” If you listen to Marie Howe reading this short poem you, too might find yourself in her words… and relish the surprise at the end.
Here is a link to the article.
Linda Schreyer 
Beautiful poem. I’m proud to be a New Yorker. My inner 7-year-old is pouty when I make her hurry.
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I too am proud to be a native New Yorker. I try to listen closer to my footsteps lately. They need to be right next to my grandchildren’s. This was a perfect Monday post.
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