At quarter past five, I walked across the street,
and got a sausage sandwich at the Dunkin'.
In the parking lot just outside my building,
I greeted Lisa, my neighbour, out for a smoke.
The guy at the shop knows me now by sight,
knows what I typically order. He asked first,
in case I had a surprise in store for him!
(I’m horribly predictable. If it ain’t broke.)
Then Brenda who works at the Book Rack
dropped into Dunks for her morning joe
and maybe a honey-dipped, I couldn't see.
Skies were quite dark, but the world was waking up.
Trucks rumbled down the Parkway, shook the stars.
I sat looking out. An hour, still, till dawn.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-02-27 at 09:06
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D G Moody
by Uncle Meridian