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2d
I set at the edge of the bed
with a blue floral spread

waiting

for the sun to blush
the sky

as the minute hand on the wall clock
quivers

the ice bucket
sweats

and breakfastΒ Β 

will be soon
but is it really breakfast

if you haven't slept
Whit Howland
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