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Sunlight filters Sunday Morning
sl'ltte~ through rustling blin~s on Federal
upon my cream white sheets
I qW'lke to peer qt the stately mosque IL
'lCrOSSthe Chesapeake
From my sill so high up
its glittering gol~ dome sptdered
with ver~igris.
The city is qlive HL
with the anxious bustle An~ the rich aroma of coffee,
oFbqrgqin-hunters fingering gol~-plqte~ treqsures da rk roast. rises
to my nose. It is brought with a smile
'ln~ ioggers in rqtty tennis shoes and toast
who poun~ the concrete of Fe~erql Hill Pqrk to ~ip in the ~rippy egg yolk-
in steq~y stri~e. Impatient chil~ren in ribbons sunny side up-
he knows my fqvorite.
qn~ stiff ties
chqse one another outside Sqint Mqry's I grin sleepily
in qn en~less gqme of tqg, hee~less and pull back the cover to warm
.of their mothers' cqll OUr feet as our lips touch.
not to ruin their best shoes. Their Iqughter rings No stiff pew for us-
through the streets like tinkling bells. we know how
to worship
The breeze ca rnes wizened lips. on Sun~qy.
the pqssionqte tones
oFthe Cre~o
From a grqn~mother's
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