And I won’t hear the bin men at 6am


As thunder

I’ll hear them as a dawn chorus




One Friday in June 

We'll stay up past two and since we are already up

got out for breakfast at dawn

there's a diner downtown that has a booth by the window


One Saturday

we'll have omelets with hashbrowns and green mugs of coffee, while

a hazy sunrise pushes the fog out of the damp parking lot 

It will be hot soon, but not yet 


One Sunday  

we'll take an afternoon nap so we can

have ice cream for dinner, 

sitting on a curb, only because we can  


One Thursday in August

we'll meet for drinks after work and 

despite several napkins wrapped around them 

sweaty glasses of gin will make puddles 

                                                                                       we won't care 







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