Sunday, June 26, 2011

Brooklyn Poem

The chubby light of morning
is really great. I hear some birds and they
are totally making up new songs.
The coffee is just right and the fan
is pleasantly circulating air
around my sleepy body.
The top of that tree looks like
a little green carnival. Holy cow, a cardinal!
A kid on the street just
shouted breakfast! Okay, Brooklyn,
here I come.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great! Love you 52

1:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

love this

7:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this poem!

8:40 AM  

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