Grinding coffee
on the porch
as the dog
does her business.
I don’t want
to stir my wife or kids.
They need sleep.
The wood underfoot is so cold
my feet burn.
But it feels good
to be
outside
on another Alpena April
morning.
And now, inside,
I sip warm liquid
and get to work,
the keys clicking,
the dog snoring,
the birds waking the world
with song.
~ K.J.
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When the morning is silent, even one voice can become powerful.
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