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early Saturday morn marked,
looks as if it will be a as-scheduled,
chill fall brisk one, a November blend,
sun wants in, but clouds say,
uh-uh, no way Jose,
yet the yellow star insists, persists
the bed so coy, suggests a ploy
stay with me, stay with her,
ready steady in this hearts hearth,
let this Saturday be an Ogdiddynasherday
*the blonde deep sleeps,
covers up to the nose,
she doesn't know
and never will
that the edges of my eyes filled with tears,
watery from amniotic fluid,
a byproducts of this days first time ever
birthday
a moment morning marked, colored by
early morn re-readings of prior poems,
of darling love mended with tender,
writ expressly for her,
over the years of being
together~tethered
soon that other pair (of eyes) will open,
in a new way,
anew the day,
a whole new world,
a seventh day resting,
unaware of my steadfast guardian,
over-watching protection
will inform her of the Saturday menu,
stay in bed with her obedient server-man,
performing continual catch up
on who we are and why we be a we,
with out ever thinking
that's a good idea,
just like this poem came unplanned,
just an unscheduled day in bed,
woman and man,
with a new poem snuggling
in between
November 7, 2015
7:02 am
nyc