6.11.2014

morning newspaper not

here, mist across the

pond, a low burst of sun

just visible between

trunk and branch

sweet time. coffee with

m and s, a chair by the

barely cracked window

while steel-cut oats

burble

light is bursting through

the eastern mist as if

pan himself will soon

dance in, and

old graying princess

cat takes her place

in the middle of the

rug.

it is good to be

here.

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