Leaving Room for Errors

I ask her in the morning if she slept well,
as I almost always do, unless we fought
the night before. Then I am silent.

She lays waste to my anger
by offering me a cup of coffee
while we stand together in our back yard
on a mild summer morning.

I wonder without speaking,
if a pair of birds splashing in our fountain
might be a gesture of forgiveness too.

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About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Comments

Geezer

6 months ago

I love this...

little slice of life, the beginning of a new day, with the certainty of forgiveness, just not at the moment. Reminds me of something my wife and I say to each other, when we've had an argument. "Do you still love me?" and the response, "Don't ask me now." No fault to find here. ~ Geez.
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