This Morning Poem by Gert Strydom
This Morning
This morning your auburn hair
is tied in a cocky string
behind your neck
and in the dusk
before you drive off to work,
your Madonna eyes
are big and bright
and I can feel the chill
on your small nose.
When the car’s
red tail lights
disappear in the distance,
there’s still a star
shining in the morning light
and already I can’t wait
to see you in the afternoon.
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4/26/2024 2:08:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well expressed, and quite charming!