after thomas d

the early hours



the early hours are my time

the world outside my window is quiet


marketa is asleep   sleep of the innocent

i have my tea and my thoughts 


some of which i share

the clock is metaphorically ticking


though electronically silent

i have things which must be done


were i to put them off

the entire day would be askew


i would sidle through my tasks crabwise

i prefer my approach to be doris day 


shoulders squared   eyes narrowed   jaw set

motion linear   ready   set   go!   






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Written on 2020-05-07 at 13:51

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. You nailed Doris Day.

Bravo! I love the sidling crab and Doris Day in the same stanza! An engaging portrait of the early hours.