Good Morning Poem by Travis McCullers

Good Morning



Plangent car horn rings
out through the streets
at four-thirty in the morning.
One dog barks, then two.
You roll over, look to me─
guess it's my turn
to put on the coffee.

Monday, November 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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