Last Morning in Milwaukee
in the coffee-flavoured foredawn
I sit quite thankful
fresh flowers on the night-table
orange & purple heads slightly adroop
I sit with five days of clothing
I sit with windchimes chiming
Elena's asleep upstairs
I will try to persuade her
to read me a recent poem of hers
sometime today
as it is Sunday
I will take a Lyft to Trinity
the Episcopal church in Wauwatosa
I will celebrate Milwaukee
and (Sustaining Power willing)
I'll be back soon
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2024-06-27 at 20:36
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