I awake at 5 a.m.
and climb into the writing loft
with a bowl of oatmeal,
steaming coffee, the best of intentions,
but the kitten and ADHD,
have followed me...again.
Lukewarm oatmeal!
Thank you for sustaining me all these years.
I close my eyes and try to remember
what salsa tasted like.
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"with a bowl of oatmeal, steaming coffee, the best of intentions," I love this. I know what's coming before I get there.
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