Tuesday AM This morning is carnelian and coffeeNavy tights and burgundy leg warmers It is vintage Santas waving at grey cloudsTypewriters holding worlds of stories in their keys In the photo on the corner of my deskNonna’s gentle blue-green eyes are singing To The Poems I Start When I’m Falling Asleep My apologies!You are important.… Continue reading Poem 12 – Tuesday AM (plus a bonus)