On a Tuesday
The ruffling
of our bed sheet in the morning,
motes and music
dancing on a staff pinched
from migrant light,
your one open eye
peeking over the pillow
like a gator
to stare me away.
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Love this! I can see that gator eye.
“One open eye…” lovely.
A lovely way to greet the day. Nicely done, Jeff.