rising up before the sun
with fuzzy stardust eyes
through sherbet-tinctured pink webs we blink
to wake the sleepy sky
a cozy Coffee Pot sign
says “celebrate everything!”
so strawberry waffle, pockets all full
my REAL maple on the side
out and up the mountains now
towards the clouds we climb
we sneak and peek and dare to swim
in the veil of a marvelous bride
on the road we snack and sing
over lakes we row in time
these hearts a part of the same blue chart
under stars our two combine.
photos of me by Michael (cutest) Collins.
precious…
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