inside the outdoors

outdoors, metal and wood chimes accompany the gushing wind
inside, the kettle bubbles, the furnace hums, my spoon clinks on the bowl
the cat leaves paw prints on the blue linoleum, the sink has heard the song of running water on clean dishes,
the sky is a used mothball grey, trees sway in the leftovers of yesterday's storm
no rain darkens the pavement
no puddles to make footprints that will mark my passage here and there


inside the outdoors
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before breakfast

late winter sunrise has no sound
it happens after the zen music of my alarm 
the cat's insistent purring
the snap, crackle, pop of my aging joints
I  too stretch before leaving the night's downy warmth
from the kitchen, a feeble meow invites me to hurry
he pounces quickly on my uplifted left leg
hanging like a trophy from my ankle
my first words are "good boy..."



before breakfast
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