(Remembering Life Before Covid19)
The morning sun that wakes with a yawn,
the everyday San Diego blue sky,
the sound of our dog munching her kibble,
her tags ringing like bells on the bowl,
the smoky aroma of toast lightly burned
and breaking off a crust for the dog,
a female black phoebe setting up house
in a tree by our window, just like last spring,
the guilty pleasure of lingering long
in a sumptuous hot shower each day.
And what of the good luck of having a shower,
of having hot water, a roof overhead,
a toaster and something to drop in the slots—
the bread to survive the insults of life—
the simple fortune of waking at dawn,
a chance to make good in an imperfect world.
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