It starts with
snores,
sighs between snores.
The sun rises
shuffles us out
into the shade of the
shadows.
Shawnee and sagebrush
separate us from
sunny-side up
and syrup-soaked slices.
Shoveling in and
spacing out,
slowing savoring the
sights and sound of
Sunday.
I am participating in the Slice of Life Challenge 2015. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers and the entire team of slicers who are making this Slice of my life so full of possibility.
It's About Making Space 
Because of the lovely alliteration, I reread your poem multiple times. It sounds just beautiful and captures Sunday morning perfectly.
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There were a few lines that got me entirely tongue-tied. Fun!
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Love the sights and sounds of your Sunday morning…now I’m hungry for some syrup soaked slices.
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Love the alliteration!
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Are you camping? I was a little confused by the Shawnee and Sagebrush lines. I enjoyed the sounds of the words in my head as I read, as well as the images you created there.
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We live in a rural mountain community and so have to pass through the towns of Shawnee and over the hills of sagebrush to get to our restaurant of choice. We were the only patrons there for most of the morning. 🙂
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That makes total sense. Nice to be able to question a poet! I was imagining that you were cooking–I think that is why I was confused.
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Great alliteration. I am now dying for some syrupy soaked slices. Thanks for sharing a peaceful Sunday morning.
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Your slice makes me hungry for hotcakes. My mother made them every Sunday morning. Yum!
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I love that shoveling in and shoveling out kind of stuff. Happy Sunday. xo nanc
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Lovely poem. It did make me wonder about the logistics, so the clarification helped. But it was not necessary to appreciate the beauty of your Sunday morning.
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