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Creaking floorboards whisper she is up.
I move to put the coffee on.
By the mirror in the hall,
I pause to fix my hair.
I want to look my best for her.
Two seeds, long-planted,
growing comfort, as clocks run down.
Copyright © vernon witmer | Year Posted 2020
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