10 of 31. Morning Makers

Monday at eight
we meet on Delancey
to write
and pray

Billie Holiday sings us dreams
morning spreads itself like butter
on tree trunk chairs and
toasted wood walls

This week we’re reading Emerson.
That essay about the Poet.
Milk steams, espresso machine
clanks and drips

We aren’t waiting for anything
to happen
just showing up

before the rush.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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2 Responses to 10 of 31. Morning Makers

  1. I really love this one.
    “Billie Holiday sings us dreams
    morning spreads itself like butter
    on tree trunk chairs and
    toasted wood walls”
    I can feel it. I just want to be there.

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