I’m gonna write, standing up, with a short black in my hand,

I’ll take a sip, write a bit, no subject, unplanned.

I’m home alone again today, I like it, but not forever.

I see the photos around the wall — my family is totally clever!

I look outside to where the spinach grows, lush and green and strong,

Another sip, … mmm sweeter this time — I wish this espresso was long.

My phone is charging for the day ahead, I was up late on Adobe for work.

The birds are singing, there’s a tiny breeze, and my heart has a tiny quirk.

I think life is better when it’s captured in rhyme — it seems sweeter, more delightful, more fun.

And that’s where I’ll leave it, ‘cause there’s no more room on this page,

And the coffee and writing are done.