2005/august

7:45 a.m.
an August
morning,
I’ve already
spilled my
green tea
and started
a load of wash.
Nothing stains
so badly.
The machine chugs,
I try to wake
up,
one determined
bird in the pepper
tree,
grateful I think,
as I am,
that the sun
still hides
behind the clouds.

8/3/05