Winter Weekend

January but it feels like spring
A balmy forty seven degrees splashing
sunlight over the schoolyard
We fought this morning
Because I was hungry or because you
Wished I had woken up sooner
We both pretend to be less tired than we are
Our sleep debt surprises us
For me it’s sharp edges, for you repetition
On the way to coffee we bicker-argue loopily
Crankily, like tired people fight
The caffeine soothes us and this sun and these dogs
Our quarrel melts and it feels like spring