staring at the broken beer bottles in the fire pit
holding a bowl of cereal in one hand
dishwater brown hair falling limp into my periphery
like dark leather blinders on a bridle
i am circling the fire pit
feeling the newborn sun on my back
and the raggedy yard around me
summarize and mimic how it was
to spend the morning in your bed
and hear your voice
while being very close to you
and hear your voice
while being very close to you
