The Perfect Golden Morning


The terrace is drenched in the sunlight,
gilded gold the leaves dance in the breeze;
a beautiful morning when you can to do anything
like go to the mall and take a new lover,
sit alone at an ice cream parlour,
drive to the end of the town for a mug of Turkish coffee.
She does none of these:
cooks dinner for the family,
loads the washing machine with clothes,
switches on the kettle to make herbal tea,
runs through her mind jobs for the day –
pay bills, deposit checks, pick grocery
grind coffee beans.
The closest she comes to adventure
is smile at the handsome man behind wheels
on her drive back from the grocer’s –
he almost followed her to the flat.

Big Tent Poetry

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9 thoughts on “The Perfect Golden Morning

  1. Great. Says it all here: “a beautiful morning when you can to do anything /like go to the mall and take a new lover,” — I’ll do both, thank you. =)

  2. I like the turn, too. And a bit of questioning of what follows the colon. Then the shy surprise makes the daily real again, and unreal.

    (If I haven’t, I’ve meant to comment on your beautiful flower shots, too. Gorgeous. I’m enthralled by flowers’ pistils.

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