Cool-ish is good enough
in the dog days of August at 8:30
in the morning as I hose off
the bamboo littered patio, anticipating
my first sip of dark French roast
and the pop of a fresh Georgia
peach in my mouth.
Dear Sunday morning, what is it
about you that always starts out
so hopeful?
Oh, this is simply wonderful. It speaks to my soul.
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I’m so glad!
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ha. it feels like a fresh start…
and where are the peaches! i want a peach!
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