Awake!

Awake!
ha ha ha
the frost on your lashes
and breath
my teeth shiny
and cold
That smile that kisses
the lip of the mug
ceramic and smooth
Time to
caffeinate the senses.

“Don’t you agree?”
“what?”
“All of time
is happening right now.”

She said this as she weaved
her fingers together
and locked them behind
her head.

Because the sun
was good and the
morning air required
a lap blanket.

Betwixt
leaves
perched upon branches
sounds
the owl’s last
hoot.

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