Sunday

 

Sunday bells

palm spire

 

cooking smells

scent

 

early morning;

two tame birds

 

beg for bread.

 

Sun begins

interminable

 

shine,

& you & I

 

barter

by lines

 

lost in

dream – scape

 

of my mind,

where love

 

hides.

 

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