There is a little cottage somewhere (and maybe we’re there now)
in the middle of nowhere (but parenthesis) (and trees)
and in the morning, we eat pancakes
(dipped in syrup)
and in the evening, we just sit and talk
(without words) (without thought)
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, and Linda asks us to write a 44-word poem with the prompt word morning. Come join us!