I wake to

A rained filled morning.

A curdled milk feeling

In the stomach.

An outstretched arm

From across the sheets.

A wake up kiss.

A scatterbrained skull ache

With the trauma of

A bad night's sleep.

A dream idea of something

Plainly brilliant.

A coffee breakfast,

A soap shower.


The idyllic scenery of our deep green Northern California dwelling.

As we drive like darlings down the rain swept highway

To a thick coffee morning stop. To two silver databases wide open,

To sweet looks back and forth. To a type on a key. A simple word

Here and there, a reality that people exist besides us.

There is more than our cozy house,our cozy town, our snug

Lace intertwined fingers.

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