A gentle female vocal
flirted with my sleepy heart
just enough to soothe me into
morning
From the couch
I saw
The bed from which I arose
The ball of sheets and duvet
Like tumbling hills
Evidence of rest
The silence of the early streets
Carried my eyes
To the bathroom
Yellow light shined onto
The soap pump
Standing sternly in its place
I smelled the
morning kitchen
My feet embraced the solid hard wood
below them
my Saturday empire
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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