before anyone else is awake
I sit with my coffee and
blank notebook page
and listen for a poem.
what I hear is the hum of the refrigerator
and the occasional pop
from inside the walls of the house.
no poems,
but the birds are making plans
for the day.
in minutes these are drowned out
by the movement of feet,
showers, and the getting ready.
I sit with my coffee and
blank notebook page
and listen for a poem.
what I hear is the hum of the refrigerator
and the occasional pop
from inside the walls of the house.
no poems,
but the birds are making plans
for the day.
in minutes these are drowned out
by the movement of feet,
showers, and the getting ready.
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