Morning portrait

Into nothing

comes light.


as dust

on the windowsill.


like the burst

of cut fruit.

She calms the hissing kettle,

sits down on squares of calico.

Welcome, the steam;

welcome, the fragrance

of dream-ripened musings

at dawn.

(c) Copyright 2001. The Christian Science Monitor

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