My day wakes early
near the sound of birds
and the yawns of babies
a walk near the ocean
met with swimming in a lake
we live like Romans do
in the height of suburbia
sleep between crashing oceans
the silence of a loved accomplice
critters in a full lit night
where we may own the stars
small work
getting ready in the evenings
owning up to books
our surroundings of
interpreted happiness
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Hi Kellie – I just stumbled across your site and poetry – I see we share a common interest in travel, hiking and words. Your poetry is so beautifully crafted – it makes me feel rested just to read it. Best wishes from Oz, Julie (50wordsfor50countries.com)