the new day sun enters east window,
looks over the counter,
glances off the shiny floor,
then leaps and sticks bright light to the far wall.
now i either mention that
as i sip coffee here
with my morning head empty
or note nothing, nothing at all.
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I'm glad you've made note! The image makes the sun dynamic and personable.
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