As I desire outside just at daybreak
Watch the sleepy sun rise in the mist
So I'll go out, get tools, leaves rake
An excuse to watch that sun rise; my risk
Then I see that one Pale Pink Running Rose
The one deserving its picture taken
I'll get the camera; rose will pose
Leaving chore; leaf raking forsaken
Maybe I'll cachinnate, hide from work
I'll beek in sun think of shenanigan
Go to creek, try to see fish through murk
Couchant posture dip fingers, dawn began
The anacoluthia of these lines
Requires couchant posture very fine