Monday

Dark, early morning sky asleep

behind the kitchen windows.

A  half-eaten, nearly ripe banana

slouches beside the milk carton.

Steam surging, spiraling up

awakens the steeping french roast.

Cars whooshing by, excite the avenue,

halting squeaky bus breaks, rudely intrude.

Folded laundry lounging in its basket,

retired quiet dishes, patient in their rack.

Toys stacked and tucked in corners,

astir with active toddler hands.

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