tim morris
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sunday morning tercets
by Tim Morris
trashcan percussion
Sunday morning rain
polyrhythmic cacophony of bedlam
too early for wine
i savor my tea
watching the trees green
two crows fly
silent bold abrasions
an otherwise dapple sky
birdsong shimmers
cold in the gray
desperate solitary voice
i want a ukulele
with which to write
a love song for today