Sonnet 10

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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-27 at 09:06

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A nice evocation of that early hour before dawn.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
From the comfort of our homes a window can be a portal to unlimited possibilities. I like the way you evoke that sense of comfort in the final stanza.


by Uncle Meridian