one day at a time
morning’s whisper
a touch of sun
something outside murmurs
the touch of memory
love in spring
lost in autumn
solitude
a leaf turned red
falls
it’s monday
time to start again
a blank sheet
a time for poeming
and first drafts
i let lines speak
before i’m
interrupted by errands
later the job
and faceless people
in a long line
and unending demands
i take to the streets
for snippets of life
tires sing
i live for today
a friend at the bar
she pours me an iced tea
i don’t have to ask
i'll dance and sing
at nightfall perhaps
but now it is still
it's morning
it's a monday
a beginning
some people say
televisions flicker
the weekend’s
college football scores
for every loss a win
a brief, sweet conversation
with the bartender
she's been working here
since early this year
we brush hands
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