Morning Poem, April 2, 2017



This morning’s sunlight stretched across the tablecloth in wide stripes

And the music from the same old records sounded better than ever

Saxophone and piano licks wafting through the doorways, through the rooms


Outside the air is warming and the Judas Trees blossom red

Robins, Jays and Cardinals sing happy and dot the treelimbs, red and blue

Puddles from last night’s rain stand in the street, white with sunglare


copyright 2017

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