This morning fairly bounces into my brain
Like two eggs boiling in a pot
My troubled thoughts of you
My beautiful thoughts of you
Eating my breakfast alone
Watching birds out the window
Delicious panic of winds
Catching them mid-flight
So they turn and go the other way
That kind of clever windy day
Full of silences and twists
Bare prodigies craving to be born
And groceries to be carried home
And lips waiting to be kissed
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