In the Morning

…to all those that I’ve had the odd tiff with…

In the morning –

our disagreements will look like paper clouds

we can fold them up,

make little areoplanes and fly them out into the wind

I’ll label mine: Impatience,

and I’ll use red ink

yours can be: Stubborn

blue as the azure sky above

We’ll joke over crumpets and thick

black coffee from Costa Rica – rich and sweet

you’ll tell me how you’d like to go

I’ll tell you how it was when I went

In the morning –

our disagreements will look like dust

I will blow them away

and send them to fly free into the impending day

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