My Morning Starts Kind of Late
Usually, my morning starts kind of late;
too much sleep makes my back ache.
And to ease some of the spinal pain,
I walk blocks to chat with uncle Bin.
On the way back home, I pick up the Daily News;
I scan its pages, but little bugs get into my shoes.
I pass by Linda's coffee shop and the smell
of pastries make me want to stop and chill.
Even strangers say hello with their regional accents;
Helen is from the South and she's made many friends.
" Have some fresh coffee! " they shout as they invite me in,
" Do you live on North Street? " He asks..." My name is Glen."
Usually, my morning starts kind of late while the town is fully awake;
I miss the sunrise over the placid lake, the songs of bluebirds at six.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Francine Roberts's contest,
" A Couplet Morning "
8/13/12
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