65 thoughts on “Sunday Morning

  1. ยฟDe dรณnde sacas tantas flores bellas y distintas? Para mรญ que en realidad eres una abeja o un colibrรญ que lleva su cรกmara a todas partes.
    Cariรฑos, again.

  2. Off she goes, facing
    momentary flow
    of real tears.
    The last of the clever cube
    workers programmed a local

    music man
    into the airplane,
    Carolina bound.
    Taylor serenades
    her. Welcome to pottery.

    She is adept at
    multiple friendships,
    flourishes
    without having to do the
    familial, marital chores.

    My plea is
    to one day enjoy
    the same lifestyle as
    my wife and son. Spoiled
    yet productive, creative

    and hard at
    the books every day. They sit
    and watch as
    I coalesce, stagnant
    due to knee, hoping

    writing keeps
    my weight down. Hawks and turtles
    tie us, sheet
    ice, winter glimmer,
    downshift, huddle close.

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