by Gloria Viglione

welcome big breath, soft belly
fresh croissants from corner deli

breaking day, no alarms clocking
pages turning without talking

scent of chai wafts from the kitchen
chores invite the kids to pitch in

roar of mower from distant backyard
gardeners pick beets, and Swiss chard

afternoon sun through dancing curtain
chance of thunderstorms, uncertain

loving this, no pretending
wish this day was never-ending


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