CharlotteMorn (to Bean)


The early sky

Is grey like

Tepid murky water

Of freshly bathed

Dusty dirty children

It covers everything

Like aging dust

Except for silky

Ribbons of pink

Hanging on horizon

Like fresh negligees

Hung to dry

Distant mid summer

Honey suckle wafts

Sweet delicate fragrance

Like invisible clouds

Of debutantes passing-by

Coffee for me

Coffee for you

Sit patiently steaming

Upon dawns arrival

Stumbling you sit

Next to me

Smiling I think

Like the sun

That is missing

This Charlotte morn