Impressions, Morning

you came along
before I was out of bed
loving the smell of milkweed
and wet grass before dawn

you were out scratching
the bark off a tree
though it was birch
and you let the bugs in

the same way your wet feet
muddied the kitchen floor
all the way
to the coffee

the sun rose with you
and your cup went along
to the boat shining white
in your hand

tilting your head
dark eyes in the sky
the way you slid over water
your prints dried
on the floor

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