Some Mornings
For most
Of the summer
I’ve been waking up
Early dawn light
And dirty clothes
Tending a lawn
That has grown wild
Over several years
But today I woke
Watching leaf and sky
Out my window
And I was tired
So I rolled over
And when the light was warmer
And stronger
I came down alone
And drank coffee
And wrote poetry.
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