An Inclination Poem by Angie M..

An Inclination



The sun was beaming,
frosted windows,
scrambled eggs and
strawberry toast...

'No! " "I'd like to stay here,
my family will meet me here today.'

Then the day was splitting,
chicken pie,
tea's shallow chatter,
foiled gray sky.

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