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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