Fresh

Through the subtle quiet of a woken day, I hear the family as they play,

Clack or trub, dishes clamor,

Sneeze and hush of father’s manner

Keys in hand and box of lunch

He stands awoken before the rush

One last push to call it done

I’ve had a few months. Let it be fun

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