Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Climbed up the dark hill, (the same one we climbed);
To watch a sleepy city wake to a brilliant sunrise.

Paused in a deserted garden to think, to pray, and yes, do my abs;

Watched by testy parrots breakfasting noisily in the green of the mimosa plants.

The lotus pond was teeming and hidden under my shirt, tender petals cool against my skin;
I brought these three:
They wanted to say good morning.



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Rosemary said...

Thanks. I'll do that.