THE HAWK PORTICO 3:37pm

I stepped out on The Deck

into The Early Morning Sun

— with My Clipboard, Pencil

Cup of Coffee — I looked out at The Atlantic

& decided to be A Writer.

I determined to fix A Poem:

The Greatest Date  — written A Decade Ago —

I would fix The Ending mostly —

isn’t it The End

which usually needs attention?

& worked away

in That Dazzling Sun, in old sunglasses,

listening to The Breaking Waves, Birds

& My Husband stirring in The Kitchen

feeding The Cats