Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Morning Ritual Poem


8 comments:

  1. warm breath touches lips
    evoke memory of Dad—
    his percolator

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  2. I'm taking my pills
    in order to be healthy
    one day at a time

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  3. "I’m still"

    I'm still trying to decide which is the dream.

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  4. when I get up
    the first thing I do

    is check the outside
    temperature—
    how cold how hot

    the day unfolds

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