Morning breath of unground coffee.
Brewed fumes glisten down my soul.
Sun winks through the trees.
Crumbled cheese, spiced potatoes.
Quiet light over pages sipped.
New worlds and old lies.
Heart throngs and cold tears.
Covers meeting covers.
An oxenless yoke.
A dead alarm clock.
World tilts head and sighs.
A full vacation.
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