Mornings

those long drawn out
stretches
where you wait until
your back cracks to
release

where your coffee
steams
into the morning air

and the dew
glistens and clings
like a new child
to its mother

where
for a short time
the world pauses
and waits for you
before rushing onward
to madness

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