Sun is shinin' in the sky,  There ain't a cloud in sight

Mr.Blue Sky-   ELO


4 am,  half awake, but I can close my eyes

pretend to be blind


I can trace the threads of the blanket

telling myself it is a tapestry:

composed of braille 


5 am, walking around the house

still dark, the only light from the street-

passing cars with half hearted searchlights 


6 am, sitting in a chair in the kitchen

I want solitude, but 

I hear the coffee pot  spit and shudder;

occasionally the phone rings


it rings for a while before it stops 

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