cutting another measure of spring morning
the cat laughs
don't you know
live is lived
one breath at a time?
yesterday is never coming back
tomorrow is fiction
a collection of anxieties
with a splash of hope
thrown at the blank canvas
of a new day.
only now
this one breath
exists
breathe in
exhale
repeat
I take another sip of coffee
and listen to the birds
cutting another measure
of spring morning
Comments
that I caught your eye
there in the mirror
all twinkle blue
darting back and forth
as you dabbed at your
wet peach makeup
colored lines
forever ending
and you looked in at me
looking back at you
and you
blinked
and I was gone!