Sunday

August 2007 by Mark Hoffmann

A birdsong sermon summons the day,
while lovers shed the solitary night.
Books, magazines, crumpled sheets,
strong coffee for him, fruit tea for her.
Lazy hound sleeping in the hall,
snoring gently, cliche cool.
Then, Coltrane and Davis
join the lovers for breakfast,
sizzling jazz jamming with burbling eggs.
Books, magazines, messy plates,
strong coffee for him, fruit tea for her.
Lazy hound sleeping by the stove,
snoring gently, cliche cool.