MORNING OUTLOOK
And so I sip coffee looking out to a cold morning
where is the dog walker? The construction worker yelling at people?
here in my apartment my plants wait
and I wait for inspiration,
but don’t turn on the music or hear the laughter of kids
It is morning and only the worker and I are awake
though I’m not yelling at anyone
perhaps I should wake up my heart
which is still asleep or inactive,
maybe I will look at my bookshelves
find a poet to bother by reading his or hers work aloud
I know my plants will listen.
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