morning shower, i know where the soap is
talking inside shower, not the weather
clothes to wear, have an idea of my choices
another Monday, nothing particular
frog at the pond has my number
knows where i stand or sit with coffee.
the smell of cigarette smoke is familiar to him or her;
may be my frog friend, but we haven’t talked sex,
some things are less important within friendship.
the robin has seen me
busy hopping
has work to do.
if the clouds above had thought
we’d be acquaintances.
roll on sun behind the rain
know you’re there, hope to soon see you again.
