11 Jun 2016 – Sleeping In

It must be morning,
cats who shunned us all night long
wake us with whining.

The windows open
all the lovely, cool night long.
Alas! Spring pollen!

Sun in the maple
paints by number every leaf
as each sways slowly.

For this I’m grateful:
dawn at last without demands –
at least for this one.

~

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