Morning Welcome
by Mark Fleisher

Sitting at a table for one,
sipping ginger tea, joined
by a yellow serenade
of flowers of the sun
silently swaying in the wind
across the garden from
the tree whose fruit
conceals the itinerant canary
but not muffling its birdsong
welcoming the morning
with unscheduled delight


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