reliving december
Conjured eggs over easy
The scent of hickory rides the air
above the breakfast nook where
we slid the cafe curtain back
to watch the morning deer
Two plates clank
Two forks sing
Napkins green with cotton leaves
wait dormantly to listen

The sunrise is our candle
Alone and
Missing you
Two thousand miles of
daybreak away
in an upstairs suburban apartment
You edge to the side of the bed
and take my covers with you.

Mia Moore