Sunday Morning

I crack the window
to hear the morning
birds and thunder

I imagine the earthworms
are thick on the street
and shallow in the yard

The dark clouds
new ones from yesterday
announce their presence

I must decide
whether to keep waking up
or slide in beside him

I stop myself on the first step
remembering the biscuits cooking
once upstairs, I would forget.

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