Saturday, May 25, 2013

I was glad

Sometimes I wake up with a thought about what I will write... and then other things take precedence.  Like this.  Time to make a hot pot of coffee.

I was glad
To sleep
This morning.
It is cloudy,
Somewhat chill.
Bed held daylight dreams
Of my children
When they were small.
I was glad to sleep in.
The flat of flowers
Just outside the window
Beckons to be planted
In the empty plastic planters
In front.
I have not yet opened
The front door.
Not yet.
The cold cup of coffee,
The last one from yesterday*s pot
Oh come on
What is it to make
A fresh hot carafe?
I was going to write about owls.
This came out


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