Morning Trip (52)

“Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perfumes, his many-pointed stars? This is the best – throwing off the light covers, feet on the cold floor, and buzzing around the house on espresso – maybe a splash of water on the face, a palmful of vitamins – but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso, dictionary and atlas open on the rug, the typewriter waiting for the key of the head, a cello on the radio, and, if necessary, the windows – trees fifty, a hundred years old out there, heavy clouds on the way and the lawn steaming like a horse in the early morning.”
– Billy Collins

3 thoughts on “Morning Trip (52)

  1. love your blog, awesome poetry.

    Invite you to share your poetry with our poetry potluck today,
    Random poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!

    Hope to see you in.
    Bless your talent.


  2. I don’t know what to say to that Kathy, but to smile at your reaction!
    I’m swooning over the new stove they brought me today, they got an extra one of a fancier incorrect model! It’s all clean like the above and I might feel more like using my kitchen!


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