Four Morning Poems



It is good to see the sun shining in the morning:

a friendly face peering through the window


I lean my magazine against a pyramid of book

and savour over my bowl of berries the latest words

from John Yau:

the mountain is watching you, she says

nudging me obliquely as the sun turns red


I like to hop up in the morning like the easter bunny

& see who has written to me overnight

& unwrap their little gift of words


I like to put up posts first thing, my messages in a bottle

roaming the vast oceans of the internet to see who

will pick up and read




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