Early morning breakfast
smell of eggs, bacon
black coffee, and you

White bread crumbs
on a worn wooden cutting board
a single knife, waiting

A green lawn,  lunch together
red tomatoes, sweet apples
feel of a ripe peach, Georgia

Beads of water running down
the side of a cold glass, wet
from the perspiration of the day

Sonrisa ©

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