Every day early lights loaded down with privileged insights.
The morning dews are precious stone balls,
each holding a mysterious trailer of
a section of the day.
The birds, chipping unendingly,
tattle among themselves about the
great things you'll find at
the weekend market.
In the cleft between the sun's
virginal light and last night's shadows,
an old companion hangs tight for a
booked possibility of experience,
bearing an endowment of past memories.
New blend trickles into the carafe of your
old coffee machine, tapping out
a Morse code of the new
considerations and sentiments that will permeate
into your mind in the hours to come.
And, the blinds surge with echoes
of the laughs to be giggled.
The day is waiting to admit
its great plans for you.
GOOD MORNING.
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