Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

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

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 13, 2019 at 11:59 AM I really like this :) xomo Jeff Connelly February 13, 2019 at 11:22 PM My Muse is the sun; the sky, everything. I'm glad that you liked it; so did she.