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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

            Gray 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 my 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.

 

                        -- Spring 2019

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