So early and it's almost dark out...
I'm near the window with green tea,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
They come on, slowly,
the sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute,
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on.
I wrote this two weeks ago. Early mornings are sometimes the best of my inspirations.
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