I smell the coffee
downstairs,
hear the pan sizzle
with eggs
and bacon. I hear
the toast pop up,
and the juice poured
over a jumble
of crushed ice.
I hear her say,
breakfast is ready.
get up and come
down my love, while
it's hot. i know
how this works,
and wonder
what she has
planned for our day.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
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