Saturday
The newspaper sits on the driveway
It does not interest me just yet
Predawn darkness works like magic to shroud
A multitude of chores outside my window
The coffee pot spits and sputters in the kitchen
Drowning out the light clatter of computer keys
This is the only noise in this sleepy house
These words are all that stand between me
And the rest of the day
11:02:19 AM  Poems
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