Tuesday Poem – Winter Morning

My moonlit breakfast
Grainy eyes focus on day
Another room: Snoring.



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2 thoughts on “Tuesday Poem – Winter Morning

  1. I like that one does not really know how to interpret the feelings here — annoyed at the snoring? stressed at the grainy early morning hour? groggy and too tired still to care? longing to go back to bed with the snorer?

    Fun to come to this!

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