how many times have I sat
in this exact spot, my mind
soaked in one more shade
of early morning gray
lost between where it
left off yesterday and
the birth of today
eyes following the
coffee’s steam
into its own
mystery
was it your mouth curl and glistening eye or that dust free dimple with the nose crimp or the way your voice tickled the rims of my ears? friendships seem to sprout from the strangest places and the b
do you canine-handicapped really understand dog-kids? how pretty or handsome they look after a bath and clip and a blue-ribbon poop on our morning walk how charming each time a paw begs for food or pe
aren’t we driven by our strongest imperative - need? and don’t our wants feel more like the occasional vacation? and isn’t silence the station stop where we can pick up a snack fill up the car and get