on today’s tray : notebook, sunglasses, reflection, and coffee.
What day is this? This morning sun streams into the bed room. To the point of settling back into bed with coffee, glad I brought sun glasses. Went to turn the phone on, saw my reflection. Cool I’ll get a picture but the phone had died, no charge. So narcissus like I stare bright suns in my two black eyes smiling.
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Ah, another heart-warming prose poem…just like one’s first cup in the morning of any day! e/s
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