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The Morning After


Eyes out my back window
     Lost in thought
     Ankle fog
     Low rumbling tide
     Shifting sand
Precarious anchored sea grass.

Winds whistle on salted weather
     Vacant deck
      Adirondack chairs
      Grey scabbed
      Two empty glasses
      Prone wine bottle
Grape stained pool from drips.

Busy myself with the start of the day
      Grinding beans
      Pressed coffee
      Aroma filled air
      Startling noise
      Ahah coffee for two perhaps.

Holding my breath before turning around
      Mussed hair
      Sleepy cuteness
      My old tee shirt
      Eyes downcast
      Coffee good mornings
What did we do smiles exchanged.

Out the window from my breakfast bar
     Two stools
      Side by side
      Eyes on the ocean
      Cupped coffee mugs
      Maple bacon
      English muffins
      Marionberry jam
Comfortable smiles... Everything is right.

                     ---Tristan, Spring 2019

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