brilliant fingers of color
stretched across a cloudless sunrise.
a morning dove races shadows
over orange tinted grass.
walking on gravel
to grab the paper.
exhaling a smile of fresh air,
she is on your mind.
remembering her lips
taste like cookies.
chocolate chip or peanut butter.
either. with creme and sugar
coffee.
pure, a vibrant center,
yellow, a daisy.
pink ribbons,
curled around wet stems.
an old wooden tray.
apple juice and cinnamon toast.
kisses on the cheek.
one on the lips.
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