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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
morning
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Coffee and instant yeast
Best for an early rise
Code and cinnamon buns.
1247
Squirrels crunch the last acorns
My loves sleep while the day wakes
Cherished silence and fragility.
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Staring through the morning
Sunshine through the curtains
Cicadasongs through the trees.
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Before dawn’s daily symphony
Pain quakes me awake…
I might as well start the music.