SundayMorn (to Bean)


The East glows

This morning like

Far off bonfires

Igniting blue skies

Faint pink rouged

Clouds hang high

Like dangling earrings

Catching breaking dawn

Humid chill prompts

Up turned collar

As I sip

Coffee outside our

Little NoDa apartment

Waiting for you

To awaken shivering

Clad in last

Nights fleece pullover

Like many things

We share together

Early morning coffee

The chattering birds

Dawns first light

And dream remembering

Set our tempo

Like daily metronomes