the sun is without manners,
barging in
all warm
and yellow with her
brilliant
smile. settling across
my arms,
my face.
she is not unkind,
just persistent
as she rises
and tells me gently
to get up,
get up boy, start
your day.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
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