while the world was on fire

while the world was on fire   
I watched carefully 
as the low sugar 
strawberry jam 
spread across the 
thinly sliced  
sourdough batard bread, 
the smell of the
the Arabian coffee 
was intoxicating,  
our small dog "Noodle" 
chewed on her bone relentlessly,  
Carolyn did her concert in C Minor 
as she unloaded the dishwasher,
our bird clock chimed 10am with the Owl hooting, 
the rain had stopped
outside our open door to the garden 
Japanese maples rested for winter

—Bruce Linton

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