Early This Morning

I catapulted through the hemisphere,
At full throttle, toward my other universe.

Two words short of a poem,
You spoke to me.

I lost trajectory,
At your good morning.

Selfishly, I imagined you as a comet of flame,
Soaring, against my great deflection, across the lightening sky.

Instead, I crashed, wounded, into your reality,
And limped, deflated, to put our Sunday coffee on.

-KA Brown

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