I described my month so far of working with sonnets as a sort of DIY therapy program. Didn’t have that intent when I started but if you plop a line on the screen/paper and wait for the next to arrive, anything can happen. Not all gems, not all mud but anything may emerge.
while waiting for the eggs to cook
and the coffee to brew again
how shall I not think of you
and sip the coffee, eat the eggs
savoring well each bite of each
until you are all inside me
you once more, the others to sustain me
and any other crazy thoughts
i may not be sure of the future
but these eggs and coffee and you
you are done so long ago I cannot
remember all I probably should
I remember you are gone and good
so my bowl and mug, so starts my day
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