The problem
with silence
in doughnut shops
on Sunday
mornings
is that it never
lasts.
Too many arrive
for coffee
and sugar
to interrupt
my muse.
There is no poetry
in doughnuts
but just outside
live oaks draped
with Spanish moss
gray-green wisps
on a breeze
in my view
wave away
blue days
like sunshine
coffee
and doughnuts.
WPCannon
July 7, 2013
Havana, FL
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