Monday, March 5, 2012

Thank you, Sunday

Let's sing a song for Sunday,
Chanteuse, nocturnal muse,
And night-nurse.
We couldn't hate you,
Your wake-up call so sweet,
The anti-lullaby.
Thanks for singing us awake
For morning smokes, and meditations
On snow-crusted granite.

Thanks for staying up--
Listening to snores
And finishing our puzzles--
Warming your voice for sunrise.

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