Spring Morning

Photo: KaCey97078, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Sugar season: when one of my old Listening Post essays can be boiled down into 31 syllables, it tastes sweeter.

Spring Morning

One daffodil in a vaseĀ 
on the kitchen tableĀ 
in a pool of sunlight.
Coffee in shirtsleeves
before an open window.

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