Late Sunday Morning
Updated: Jan 11
No plans this afternoon,
just another spectacular day.
The leaves are on fire,
the sky is a robin's egg
laying on the grass of the universe.
Various hums and whirrs
from computers and refrigerators.
-a woman on a stool
in the kitchen eats oatmeal
with dried cherries,
pecans and honey from Jelinek's.
The coffee is a little weak,
head still filled with the cotton of dreams.
Back out of whack-
the 900 dollar bed is starting to sag,
we are still paying it off.
There is raking to be done
and vacuuming too.
The dog may have fleas,
but he gets oatmeal
and leftover lamb for breakfast.
Lots of cars parked on the street
for church,
must have been some sinning this week.
A guitar leans against the wall,
un-tuned and untouched.