A perfect day
I woke early this morning
To a sliver of gray through gold-lamé curtains of Elvis.
My first thoughts sifting to the surface
Like fortunes on an up-turned 8-Ball.
Was it clouds of rain?
Was it too early?
I pushed underneath a comforter
Heavier than my first borne,
Exposing just a toe and elbow,
Drifting back to the thought
This is a perfect day