A Poem for Morning

poetry opens the path to the feelings we cannot otherwise describe


In bright pink morning

as birds wake

to another day of quarantine (to which they pay no heed)

I pet a black furred cat who yowls

for forgiveness from the night’s cold

and smell the simmering masala on the stove.


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