May 09 2008
Morning Rings
Mystery morning rings
makes leary curiosity
scowl at phones and doors
My fog has not yet lifted
my thoughts still tangled and
captive in a messy heap
of yes, no, maybe…
The Java God has not
blessed my logic straight
My mutterings worse
than the neighbor dog
roused by unnamed demons
sniffing outside the fence
What poppinjay suffers
the audacity of
new dawn celebrations
biting into virginal doughnuts
and chattering hyms
to yet another day?
copyright 2008
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Virginal doughnuts brings up delicious imagery.
and when i wrote that line, i thought of you. truly.
sarah
this is great! and the pic is, too.
you must be a coffee addict like i am, then.
sarah