The mermaid by the canal is crying.
These cobblestones, they’re a
hazard, my clogs have yet
to break in, so my feet
hurt. All I want is to sip kaffe
with you, watch the rain drip
down the windows, lean across
our warm little table to wipe the
croissant crumb from
your cheek. Come back.
Come back.
Early Morning Poems 