Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday Whisper

I wanted breakfast.
I dressed, and left the mess in the bedroom.
I walked in the cold fog down the hill.
Two brioche, $4.50, taken from a ten.
Cross Irving, face 9th's light. The sidewalk work is done.
Bagel/egg sandwich. Cheese. Bacon that I didn't ask for. Bagel has pesto baked right inside.
Rooibos tea.
Back up the hill.
Back through the fog.
Back to the bedroom. Tea and food rested, strip, add pyjamas, push body under covers like crawling into a pool.
Flannel. Food. Gray light through the shade.
Whispered Sunday.

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