Try again. Don't veer off
Into abstractions, dark
Implications. Stay here
Where the bedroom curtain
Sails inward from morning
Arrangements of orange
And blue ephemera
Already dissolving
In roostering noises,
A child's squawk here, a jay's
Over there, a dog's bark
At a far car's whisper,
Everything singular
With enough space to be
Revealed for the moment
Crisp as nearly clean sheets
Sweet as the desert air
Arriving and going
Clearly at the same time,
Always at the same time.
Quit it. Get out of bed.
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