Remembering an early winter morning on Chittenden

I can’t sleep.

Can’t save money. Can’t find a job. Can’t manage my time. Can’t see out my window. Don’t bother to look.

Can’t stay in love.

I never watch the sunrise or set.

I drink tea on my kitchen floor, where it is warm.

I listen to the birds talking, chatting. One following behind the other ridiculously in love.

I lean against the wall not wanting to disrupt or intrude. Not wanting.

Careful not to spill my tea.

Hoping to learn more about life and love.


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