There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
One of my favorite
Things about loving is
The knowing and understanding
Lovers have a shorthand
They way they touch
Look at each other
The variety of kisses
Always say much more
Than words ever could
So why are poets
Who use words simply
Always the best lovers
Easy because they’re used
To seeing their worlds
And telling of such
With their dancing fingers
The difference between selfishness
And selflessness is simple
The first is survival
And the second living
When one is selfish
One thinks of oneself
When one is selfless
One only thinks others
Put it another way
Love occurs inside selflessness
And is expressed outwardly
Greed occurs inside selfishness
And is expressed inwardly
To live love out
Sweeping the sleep away
Like mittens brush snowflakes
From windows and coffee
Snaps minds open like
Oopsied fabric shades the
Lazy morning starts startled
Cold water like cymbals
Crash onto warm skin
Causing nasty naked jumps
Before hot slowly follows
Petulant children in tow
These are the first
Fifteen minutes of today
And like a piano
Solo melody the high
Notes seem to tease
The lumbering lows that
Like children at recess
Whistles of the highs
Like completely boiled kettles
Scream as thumpity gurgle
Of percolating coffee lulls
The s-s-s-izzling of bacon
And the shish-shish scraping
Of buttered knife edges
Back country snow skis
Slowly open your eyes
Like one lazy wink
Of Pandora the cat
And this is morning
In our little home
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 