this day
this day.
this beautiful
ordinary
day!
I greet Her slowly, dreaming of that first
cup of coffee
while squinting at the sun
peeking through my window blind, looking for a friend
to celebrate.
what’s to celebrate? I ask,
for my eyes
are not yet awake!
what’s not?!
She sees love-s walking down the street
arm in arm;
with every breath –
their blown-kisses tumbling,
leaving nothing but allthereis
in their wake
what else do we need?
just confetti
L.S. 7/6/22
Photo courtesy of Clare Sliben, taken 7/4/23.
laurie sliben, writer 