Weekend Morning
Weekend Morning
I’m awake, but do not move.
Diffused light blinks past the drapes, silently
Shadowing her graying hair.
I just watch Nelly breathe.
I want her to wake up, but don’t want to wake her.
So maybe just peering round at her
Will cause her to
Open her eyes and smile.
She’s a plain old woman now, except
When she smiles like lighting a room.
Phantom and real pains nightly
Exhaust my wife.
Our American Eskimo will soon be clicking her claws;
Old dog and old master - old friends - go stealthily answer nature.
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