#1052059 added July 3, 2023 at 7:12am Restrictions: None
Another morning
The fan, diligently spinning
its blades clogged with dust
The sun is greyed out
Clouds or maybe smoke
from trees crackling in faraway fires
I pull the covers to my chin
and let my shoulders down
Too many conflicts unresolved
in the damp and darkness
The bed is the tranquil field
between battlegrounds
of night and day
I decide to never move again
from this comforting cocoon
until the coffee pot gurgles
good morning
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