Observation
The light is soft in the morning.
The house is quiet…the city is quiet.
People have left town for the holiday that is coming.
It is Sunday morning, and there is parking available on the
street in front of my house.
The birds are talking to each other.
My lady is still asleep behind the closed door of the
bedroom.
Kitty is in the big window watching the wind blow through
wisteria.
The smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air,
The residue
of 2:00 am revelry.
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