I wish I could sleep late.
But I feel the sun
pulling me into the day
even when it’s still well below the horizon
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Ken - Here in Chicago I awaken to another pewter dawn! Skies leaden and dour, like the bedraggled crow in the tree behind the garage.
Ken, the world you inhabit, be it actual or born of desire and imagination, is so incredibly beautiful. Thank you again for a truly wonderful poem.