Mar 18

I hear sounds from the bedrooms
a mattress squeaking and
a toilet lid dropped hard on the bowl,
a closet door just closed
there are footsteps on the hardwood
I am afraid
that my peaceful morning
is about to end.

Why can't they sleep late on Saturdays
Written by
James  M/The Beach, NC
(M/The Beach, NC)   
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