Dawn
remembers
nothing
Her night
was not disturbed
with dreams
or hours
of ceiling-contemplation
ennumerating wrongs
mine and yours
No aches
plague her rising
There is no wrong side
of the bed
Nor
is there oversleeping
or fruitlessly hitting the snooze
Lady Sun rises
full of color
quiet
and promises
Her new
can be mine
every morning
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