Saturday Morning
Sun touched party goers sober up with coffee.
Work slithering back between their shoulder blades.
Warm coffee coax chaotic thoughts into submission
And non coffee drinkers submit to temptation.
Last night’s heavy doors become lighter
As heavy legs drag themselves through.
Resurrected melodies, thought lost, bounce back into their heads.
Retired dancers carry their spinning minds to breakfast.
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