Sunday Morning

The blades stick into my toes
Morning dew sliming across my heels
The sun is rising now
The sky a painting of pinks
Burning my eyes
I’ll bide my time here
I’ll let my fingers dig into the dirt
I’ll let my nails break in the ground
I’ll let my mouth dry with
All those unspoken words
She understands them here
She asks no questions
She lets me be
An ordinary Sunday morning