Morning Refelctions
It takes a while for corn flakes to turn mushy,
I brew more coffee
watch the sun opening the plastic blind
just by the power of its muscular light.
I’m jotting down a prayer.
The words are milky with no
sharp edges to scratch my gums.
Jesus, who often takes possession of my black lab,
sticks a wet nose into my crotch.
Thin pajama’s cannot withstand
a dogs wet nose for long.
Now it’s trying to sniff my backside
through the wicker seat of my chair
tail wagging.
‘Say something about the love
that passeth all understanding’
I hear a strangely canine voice intone
In the third person singular.
The dog sits now, looks at me intently
with deep round eyes.
The corn flakes are soggy already,
I dip a sugar coated spoon.
Sunlight rests upon a countertop
flexing and stretching
like the morning smile
of a sleepy weight-lifter
or maybe a good-hearted hooker.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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