Epiphany?
No, just the rising sun
blasting through the frosted
glass on the east wall.
A laser.
Eyes closed,
I can feel it.
No fast moves.
Aroma of dark elixir.
Quiet electric hum
inside insulated walls.
A favorite time
that does not last.
Dennis Price
Ah I can truly visualize myself sitting coffee in hand in this picture.
ReplyDeleteJust finished my second cup. About to step outside into the already rising temps. Pappy
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