Monday poem

This week's P-Bus task, set by the fabulous Muse, is to write about something without naming the thing in the poem or the title. Here we go!

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Savior .

Hot Hot Hot the morning

smooth with milk washing down

the crumbs of the toast with jam.

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A welcome pause midmorning

around the pot one of the group, not so much the boss.

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Finally a finish to lunch

strong and warm to power me through the afternoon

counteracting the post prandial urge to nap.

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Not much of an enigma, but it follows the rule. If it looks funny it's because Blogger seems to have forgotten what the "return" key is all about, and keeps erasing all my careful mise en page. Corrected it four times already and always the same result. Catch the bus here!