Sunday morning sleep --
all the bells are in my head.
why no outside bells?
Sunday morning street --
full of brittle brown leaf dust.
mute parked cars glisten.
Sunday morning sun --
leftover Saturday games
and cold grilled sweet corn.
Sunday morning clouds
seem to be settling in
for a long visit.
Sunday morning birds
put on their hats and trousers
to stroll in the park.
Sunday morning smells --
orange sweet rolls, and fried eggs
with Tabasco sauce.
Sunday morning shoes --
Florsheim or jogging sneakers?
No. Carpet slippers.
Sunday morning socks --
new pair with the plastic clip
still holding them tight.
Sunday morning dew --
seen by so few and believed
by even fewer.
Sunday morning news --
lawyers eat donuts on air
and talk of the dead.
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