Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Morning

The morning is so good and quiet
as she gives me her first kiss

and fills my room with bright early light
pushing cool clean air into my nostrils

just like the vapor traces
of my religiously brewed coffee

a precious cup of stolen me-time
before the day comes rushing in

words flicker on the screen
"Good morning, blue eyes"

It is a good one, isn't it?

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