The perfect breakfast requires
music, Lindsay Buckingham's new one
glad you're still alive, man,
tilted my eggs out of the sun
took huge bites while watching
the goings-on.
A festival of honeybees and bumble bees
hovered about the bridal-dress-white azaleas
and the last of Walt Whitman's lilacs, my
captain.
90 million miles away
the sun soaked my head
my outfit of the day
and I remembered.
Of course I remembered.
A woman named Bernice.
Miss you Mom. I have SO MANY QUESTIONS I want to ask you.
Where did Daddy get all those white hankies?
My house looks pretty good. Try to clean it up for all the company I do not have.
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