the flower is at her hand
the window is reflecting a glint
– a belly ring thru morning sunlight.
she is looking out at the bridge
listening to the bath tub – fill
wondering about time.
it’s time for coffee
time for the early edition
time to slide into the porcelain bed.
the flowers continue to reach from the pot
and her hand comforts them.
her fingers click the latch
the window slides down and cuts off the Fall air.
she leaves the window
as the coffee maker clicks
faucets are turned left
and the paper slides under the door.
the flowers twist back into position
and the bridge continues with morning traffic.
a small spoon dings inside a stirring cup
a small ripple is heard.