Morning
Morning
casts beams of light
through the blinds of my room.
The birds sing and call from outside.
Creation delights the end of the night,
but my sleepy bones will not budge.
So for now this pillow
can shut out the
morning.
8.25.18
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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