Here

Sunday cartoons.
Good coffee.
Lorikeets in the tree outside
voices carried on the back
of morning light coming in soft.
Your head on my shoulder
golden hair tangled.
Your hands small on my neck-
unbroken.
The thing in me goes quiet.
Your mumma in the next room sleeping.
The birds singing.
The world made new every
morning.

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