Morning looks like noon
and noon looks like sundown.
This is the dimmest time of year
when dawn comes late
and evening is always near.
To wake at first light
is to see the light of all day
I want to sleep in
until hunger makes me say
"It's time to get up."
And then have breakfast, lunch,
dinner, snack, whatever,
on a tray in my bed, with a bunch
of evergreens and store-bought flowers,
to wait for the end of winter showers
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