The Pause

The tress across the street grows at a slant.

I love the view outside my window:

the tall cypress tree

the pink roses

4 Subaru’s

black bees with a touch of yellow

hummingbirds, crows, bright flowers.

The coffee pot hisses.

This Sunday prayer of mine;

I praise my view, lukewarm coffee,

a dog curled into a backwards C,

tucked in between 2 throw pillows.

The biscuits, done baking.

A raspberry crisp covered in tinfoil.

Our living room configured around our lives.

I sit in the pause, in love with my life.

 

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