Honey Boy

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Isabella Curiel-Ploumis
Archivist


Hold me, dear, in the sunrise.

Have a slow morning of burnt toast

and watered-down coffee.

Dance with me to the swaying melody

of the early birds

calling out to lost travelers.

Add some sugar to your coffee,

follow the twitters and tweets,

and put some honey on the toast.

It’ll all be okay

by the clucking of the chickens,

the smell of drying lavender,

and the warmth of your arms.