out the window
dawn’s pink light
sleep returns
mother gaia
molten lava
moving plates
mother earth
rearranges her home
molten lava and ash
looking in the mirror
flossing
a squirrel runs by
genteel sincerity
always in fashion
gentle actions
never rush
goodness abounds
sun rising
pink skies glowing
too early
back to sleep until
dogs and cats win
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