A morning hum
from the heater
rushes my warm
January winter
in Baltimore just
a month before.
Past sits alone
at Millie's table
while Ed sleeps.
I write compressed
time late at breakfast
table, too early
after driving
up work's hill, daily
pass February
sunrises.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
A morning hum
from the heater
rushes my warm
January winter
in Baltimore just
a month before.
Past sits alone
at Millie's table
while Ed sleeps.
I write compressed
time late at breakfast
table, too early
after driving
up work's hill, daily
pass February
sunrises.
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