Impromptu
the sun rose
blooming bright
inviting me
to breakfast
i excepted
expecting
to eat eggs
sunny side up
but she reheated
last nights
rice and
beans
warmed
by her smile
and cups of
hot chocolate
all the while not
noticing the dial
that keeps
time
she stayed
as brunch became
lunch then later
asking to stay
for dinner
she never stayed
so late so
what to want
the restaurant's
menu was all new
knowing nothing
what the moon ate
so on a date
with the sun
across the table
seemed not right
but we now knew
night is day
it rather became her
she placed her order
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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