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My American Love

        Thirty-Two Poems for Wendy

Twenty-Eight.

Morning Blend

        By Majid Naficy

Every morning my love

Brings me a cup of coffee

With a piece of dark chocolate.

I sit up in bed,

Put her pillow behind me,

Give her a kiss

And blend with the aroma of the coffee.

One hour later

It’s my turn.

She puts her towel

In the dryer

And asks Alexa to set the alarm.

After ten minutes

I get the warm towel

And appear behind the shower door.

She dries off the water

From her eyelashes,

Gives me a kiss

And blends with the heat of the towel.

        February 22, 2019

POEMS: 1. On the Bridge, ۲. I Hope the Water Returns, ۳. Empty Baskets ۴. Coffee Maker ۵. Anxious Heart ۶. Washing ۷. Bougainvillea ۸. Simple Truth ۹. Persian-Singing Bird ۱۰. The Gardener ۱۱. Lost Cypresses ۱۲. Visiting the Wall ۱۳. Is Love a Glass of Hormones? ۱۴. Independence Day ۱۵:  Oh, Pain ۱۶. The Season of Picking Raspberries ۱۷. Who Is More Envied? ۱۸. Watching Baseball ۱۹. A Night in Calistoga ۲۰. Dreaming “High Noon” ۲۱. I Do Not Write Poetry for Eternity ۲۲. Our Footprints in Maui ۲۳. Bay to Breakers ۲۴. The Altar of Poetry ۲۵. Dublin ۲۶. Watching the Snow with Wendy ۲۷. George Habash Sandwich ۲۸. Morning Blend ۲۹. Stroke