It seems I have mastered the art of going back to bed for that extra sleep. My beloved is winging his way to Denver to pick up our daughter, most of her worldly possessions, and a van. I love them both. I am home, beginning the day again.
Today begins again
With sun
No gold leaves
But full sun the cat has found
On the bed upstairs.
I went back to bed
After the taxi came,
Fifteen minutes early
In the dark,
Early
A cardinal sin
For your 5 a.m. challenged soul
Especially when you stayed up
Rather later
Than you might.
Today begins again.
You are in the air
Sound asleep.
I am home.
I pay attention
To the cat
The turtle
One client this afternoon.
Today begins again.
There is sun.
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