On Sunday Morning

On Sunday morning,

You know that time

Just before waking,

Replaying bits of dreams

From the night

That’s quickly leaving,

Bumping into thoughts

From time that’s passed,

From time that’s yet

To be,

On Sunday morning

Just before waking,

You arrived in

Naked splendor,

The goddess of

Sleeping in,

Keeping me from waking.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:37 AM October 26, 2014

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