A Poem for Morning
poetry opens the path to the feelings we cannot otherwise describe
In bright pink morning
as birds wake
to another day of quarantine (to which they pay no heed)
I pet a black furred cat who yowls
for forgiveness from the night’s cold
and smell the simmering masala on the stove.
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