Sunday, April 13, 2014
It’s been years now
Since the cold-ish Sunday-ish mornings
I liked to
Get into my sweats and slip out quietly
To the Khaled Corniche
Hot Caribou Mocha Blend in hand
Watch the water in the lagoon
Feel the cold breeze on my face, through my fingers
As I wrote the fresh crisp morning into my bookshop hardcover journal.
I can’t do that here.
We’ve neither Corniche nor cold breeze.
April of December
4/13/2014 08:00:00 PM
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