Breakfast this morning is watching
Three ring-necked doves crowding
The birdbath with their plumpness
Just outside my window and then
A helping of bread and juice
While I read your emailed dream
Chiding myself for too little
Water in the birdbath
Barely enough for a sip or two
But they as always seemed content
If not satisfied with my intention
And your near-by words of love
That always make me smile
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