A duchess shouts her morning
greetings to the taunting
squirrels tight rope walking
between their yard and mine.
Rock music pounds, an enlivened
soundtrack rocking in and out
leg pressed to your ear, holding
me open to softened light
and a cool breeze
I am close,
a squeeze and
collapse of sounds,
held there between our
chests until we pull away
and decide who’s going to
get the coffee for today.
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