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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