I come down to breakfast at 6 a.m. You stand in your blue terry cloth robe, cinched at the waist holding a cup of green tea in hands that are freckled, slender fingers around the cup. You hair falls on your shoulders, curling perfectly at the ends like those commercials for Clairol shampoo.

Two Poems

as Ogo was just a simple cat after all but since then he never could forget these eyes staring straight at him like from the other side of life