I.
Coffee, with some cream—
Why not drink it this morning,
Like all fall mornings?

II.
Don’t pull off the sheets!
Our white legs will be exposed
And we could be cold.

III.
On Sunday morning
I feel the workdays looming
In my tensed, clenched chest.

IV.
Wake in aching light.
Groggy and still, electric
From the heat of dreams.

V.
Hardboiled eggshell flakes
Litter a clean saucer, flecked
With pale morning light.

VI.
Local headline reads:
‘Vile window graffiti taints
Pharmacy’s image.’

VII.
It’s raining; the sight
Of puddles in the grass meets
The smells of bacon.