The day starts
Here sleepy like
A dewy pasture
In Wisconsin full
Of calling birds
Lovers stir slowly
Like cream in
A hot cup
Of coffee being
Absorbed in my
Arms like a
Letter in envelope
Music begins to
Play in the
Flat next to
Me caressing my
Ears like your
Fingers did outside
That cafe in
Barcelona when you
Told me that
You loved me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 