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  • before the sun,
    before the growling traffic hum
    begins to rise,
    in the space beween sleep and day

    i am up.

    coffee,
    for me, it's instant
    two spoons of creamer,
    beside
    a sketch pad and
    fountain pen


    in that space,
    once the fridge's death rattle hum
    and the cat's insistent call for more
    fall silent,
    the house is full
    of smaller notes.
    i listen to your breath
    the crinkle as you roll and curl deeper into sleep

    and from this vantage i write

    simply
    without pause,
    after the first slight hesitation to find the beat,
    and let the words lead, one from another
    baring heart
    a simple flow, a single thought

    then slip away
    leaving a scatter of words
    for you to find
    on the other side of night's passing

    me
    i join the rising hum of day
    happy
    knowing i have left the best for you
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