Sunday mornings have always been a refuge for me from the tedium and trepidations of daily life. A time set aside to enjoy a stack of papers, leisurely drink a latte, and discuss the state of the world with more irony than rancor, more humor than heated dissent. A few sacrosanct hours to kick back and relax on a routine basis. Hopefully, my attempt at replicating a cup of coffee comes through.
Service for Two
Coffee
and crosswords
as in puzzle,
toes touching,
Etta's voice still smoky
with Saturday's songs
now on the radio, low
and reverent as any
"Come to Jesus"
choir down the block.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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