I like to wake before you,
go downstairs to birds
as they rustle up
their grub, and me too. I start
the coffee for you
and my tea water
and think about our latest
discussion, last night,
how all is changing.
February 5, 2011 5:48 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.