Today I just want to be left alone

in the rare chilly ache of a lemon August sunrise

carefree in my cozy sweater and crazy unkempt sloppy slept-in ponytail

cradling my coffee as closely as the soft morning dreams

beginning to unfold their delicate petals

in the heart spaced breaths between now

and when we both curse the dog days

over wine and a fiery orange sunset

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