Good Morning

Bathrobed in cold morning light
trashcans dragged to road
car flashes by good timing!
Morning! Jams!
Hello!

Back inside
the rumble woke her
cans on driveway stone.
Jolly good to see you Nonie
can't imagine no.

Sitting in our living room
everything turned off
flat-screen phones
and toaster

bones

resting in our thoughts.

Silent space
while furnace rumbles
focused on the eyes
where shall we start

the other mumbles
driveway stones are fine. 

Any place a wonder
like poetry or waves
there is no glacier 
floating here

those under water paves.  

Solid life of spring today
elderly warm room
cold remains but eyes
relay
 
the battery of you.

Socks have holes pills arrest
don't rise for breakfast yet
let us enjoy moments here
the bird feeder and guests.