Sunday morning and the peeps
is still all asleep
JC is quiet and blanketed in grey refrozen slush snow
a light rail train whines by, automated voice calling out the stops
bells ring but none of us comes to the call
Slow, sweet Sunday morning
enough time to have another cup of joe
crank BGO on the radio








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