Sunday, January 28, 2018

...to the Main Muse


Awake at hint of dawn, pull back the curtain,
Clouds flocking overhead, the sky's uncertain,
Turn on the kitchen light, it’s instant day,
I couldn’t bear the sun to rise this way;
Grind the beans and brew, then pour the cup,
Caffeine’s my only reason to get up
On a winter morning if you’re gone
And I’m left in this bleak house all alone.


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