Saturday, September 12, 2020

Five.

5

It’s quiet in the morning. Especially 

before I start the lawn mower.

No bells. No whistles. Just, morning.

It’s amazing how Jack Robinson the words

flow when your thoughts are as clear as 

a soft morning before you start the lawn 

mower. It’s muffled in the HPE headphones

but they lack the nuances of morning.

I almost feel guilty when I fire-up the rupp

waking the neighbors (and the sleeping pup

I let lie.) at the behest of my wife

who knows the sounds of morning

much better than I. It’s quiet in the morning.

“Why’d you have to go and do that?”


Markle~

09Sept2020

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