This morning...
Morning decorates
With finest sparkling lace
The parking lot.
Cars speed, unseeing
past the hawk, silent, intent,
watching for breakfast.
Cold hands hold a cup,
Gentle warmth easing fingers,
ready for the day.
Cocoa, tea are warm,
but not so warm as a word
spoken to the heart.
With finest sparkling lace
The parking lot.
Cars speed, unseeing
past the hawk, silent, intent,
watching for breakfast.
Cold hands hold a cup,
Gentle warmth easing fingers,
ready for the day.
Cocoa, tea are warm,
but not so warm as a word
spoken to the heart.
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