Monday, December 3, 2018

Cozy

Up early before milkmen and crows and cars, 
before the alchemy of night becoming dawn, 

discovered the furnace missing since last year, 
a mug of hot coffee and this tattered soft bathrobe—
gift from a kind girlfriend two or three lifetimes ago. 

Nothing to do but wait here, sitting in the armchair 
of ease like a seed planted in the garden
of last night’s dreams. 

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