sunday morning

A Poem by agalophonos

sunday morning is a conversation

saying nothing says the most

the bright light of 11am is a spotlight, exposing us for doing nothing

all day, just like we are supposed to.

a blanket, heated by two twin laptops, convinces us to leave

dirty plates uncleaned in the sink, a task for tomorrow.

the coffee smells like reassurance, and i offer you your cup

which i poured how you like it. two cream, one sugar.

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Added on March 5, 2020
Last Updated on July 26, 2020

i just wanted a place for my poems to be collected together - some are stories, some are songs, and some are from this big ol' heart of mine more..

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