good morning
dew clings to the grass
like a child clings to their mother
the sun radiates
slowly, more & more
the air crisp, warm, & damp
with the smell of coffee’s uncut bitterness
the anticipation of the day’s plans:
unmade like the bed & full of a parent’s wishful hopes
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I appreciate this poem, its distance is really well considered and the images are clear