Empty teacup at my elbow
Sun pouring through the curtains
Dogs snoozing on the clean bed
Red monk smiles from the wall
My pen scratches across paper
I gather myself for this day that
arrives as always with arms full
of small packages for me to open
if I have my wits about me.
Packages
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what a nice picture! Good morning to you!
Good morning to you, Lyn! Wish we could hang out today.