Mornings are so peaceful
when there's nothing to do
and they get inside my room
I'm under my roof like I'd be under a tree
and the walls must be a wooden fence
because there's the sun lying on my books
and my rug
and through the holes in the window screen
there's nothing between the wind
and the birds and the bed
where I'm lying down breathing
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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