Early Morning Conversation
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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