Poetry

Rise Part I

I don’t exactly count the ways
I love summer
It’s been raining and I love that.
It’s been cold and I don’t mind.
It’s warm today and I don’t care.
I think I’ll just stay inside.

I did have a moment today however,
a summer moment.
I sat at my yellow desk between the hour
of seven and eight and was delighted to notice
how the coffee inside my red and pink heart mug
failed to get cold at all. At all, for one full hour
the coffee and cream and sweet remained warm

I watched the sun shining upon it
and I looked to the sun and it brought me back to
another bedroom I had once.
I had that bedroom for just five minutes but I had
it and there was no one else there but me.
And my dreams.
That bedroom too had a window
looking east.

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