Morning

The morning is

As peaceful as

A cemetery everyone

Is staying home

Including those under

Earth even the

Ghouls have lost

Their voices instead

Flying about silently

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The sky this

Morn is a

Sleepy white pale

Blue with rose

Quartz at horizon

Plane sounds like

Hot griddles hitting

Cold water even

The trees lack

Pop as though

They were painted

Saul back East

Hasn’t opened his

Eyes yet causing

All this drowsiness

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The air this

Morning smells like

The crisp piney

Cedar aroma of

My family’s cabin

In northern Wisconsin

The small one

Room cottage was

Surrounded by tall

Pines and cedars

Which shed needles

And bark perfect

For a crackling and

Aromatic camp fire

The inside of the

Cabin held a

Musty smell until

My mother and

Grandmother swept and

Mopped the locked

Up smell behind

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I came out

To watch sunrise

It’s less of

A snapping shade

Or photographers flash

And more like

The tide slowly

Rolling subtly ashore

It’s one of

Those things that

If you weren’t

Looking for it

You’d miss it

Like a shooting

Star or firefly

ILoveYou

And from hundreds

Of miles away

Your voice crackles

And echoes in

My ear a

Bad connection almost

Sinks our precious

Time until the

Real words come

Through clearly finally

I love you