A Turquoise Morning

4/14/24 – 6:16 AM

Relaxed on the bed while my fiancee
pops the pimples on my legs,
a thought arises on my mind:
whoever built this house was dumb.
The space for our washer and dryer
is atrociously too small.
Who does that?

I'm tempted to end it there.
Oops, too late.

As the sun rises outside,
I find myself awake again,
shamelessly writing silly words
that paint pictures in my brain.
This morning's color?
Turquoise.
For no real reason, mind you.
I just thought it would be funny.

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