Early Morning Conversation

Two peaches ripening
on a napkin
scent the room.

Not wishing
to intrude,
I tiptoe through.

Outside, the sun
asks me what I heard.

A hymn of praise,
I say. Elation.

And the sun smiles,
grateful for every word.

July 18, 2006

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