Today I eat for breakfast
Two soft-boiled eggs
A large coffee with one cube of brown sugar,
One cube of white,
And a fig.
The sun is glistening on the half-melted snow,
But it is too hazy to see the mountains across the lake.
At times, our guests joke
That they really don't exist at all
-We must have made them up!
An ode to our foggy weather.
After lazing about for another hour or so,
Perhaps I will take a ride on my bike
To the center of town,
That metropolitan ant,
And stop in for a coffee with my mother.
How lovely it is to be home.
BHN
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Brenna! Your voice comes through this poem so well!! haha reading it is like hearing you, it's really nice. Glad you're enjoying being home
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