Saturday sitting by my steaming cup
Letting my mind drift free
Enjoying the morning freshness
Downing my first of three
It’s good when Saturdays like this
Allow the time to pass by me
No fuss no rush at my own pace
Quiet movements by degree
On icy morning Saturdays
Patterned window art debris
Begins to trickle and evaporate
With aftertaste of my last tea
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