morning glories

the metal clicks quietly.
suggesting that someone
has opened the bright red door.

It shuts rather quickly too.
leaving goodbye
suspended in the air for her
to catch when she wakes with
the sun.

Its early but the boy leaves at
dawn. as the gears in his mind have
just begun

the morning often goes like this

to the soft sound of the city
she'll wake. pour herself coffee.
eat cereal on the steps
outside. and watch the
morning glories
breathe.
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p.s. i'm back
p.s.s. you look fetching in that shirt