friday_morning
ovenbird
A
pro-d
day
for
the
kids
means
I
don't
have
to
rush
on
this
particular
Friday
morning
.
It
means
that
I
can
languish
in
bed
,
tangled
in
the
dregs
of
dreams
until
some
story
shakes
loose
and
traces
the
interior
shape
of
my
mind
.
It
means
I
can
drink
my
tea
while
it's
still
hot
and
let
my
dog
occupy
my
lap, pinning
me
to
the
luxury
of
laziness,
since
one
is
not
allowed
to
disturb
the
angelic
peace
of
a
sleeping
dog
(
that's
just
an
unbreakable rule
of
the
universe
).
It
means
I
can
reach
for
all
the
books
that
make
a
home
of
my
bedside
table
and
search
them
for
words
that
will
harmonize
with
the
drizzle
outside
.
It
means
I
can
gently
bend
the
spine
of
some
reckless tome
and
let
my
fingers
risk
the
razor
edge
of
a
turning
page
.
I'm
sure
that
no
person
has
ever
touched
me
with
the
tenderness
of
a
slim
volume
of
love
poems
that
reject
typical
romantic
platitudes
and
reach
towards
the
ineffable
.
The
soft
glow
of
the
morning
says
there's
always
something
new
to
learn
about
love
,
and
if
I
am
anything
,
it
is
an
eager
and
devoted student.
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go
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