Apr 25, 2021

The cats are already up.


April.

Dawn slips in easy,

Like a beautiful woman getting dressed.

The sky fades from black to gray silver to blue.

Gods pad through the heavens on bare feet.

Around the neighborhood,

The cats are already up,

But not the dogs.

Outside,

The cold air feels fine on your face.

It is beautiful,

In exactly the way fresh ice is beautiful on a pond.

Inside,

There's hot coffee.

There must be someone to thank for this life.

Face to the heavens, you do just that.

-jobe


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