Morning still comes
As it seemingly always has
In through the monitor
In stereo or
With the threat of it
This morning it came in with a studious sound
Henry and Mudge and the good Doctor Seuss
A studious sound accented by a playful dialogue with a stuffed turtle
Two days ago it came in an hour earlier
In monaural and
With more anger but
Once a non-cooperative blanket was put in its place
It retreated for a moment or two
Only to come back in stereo
Morning never reveals itself until morning and
Even then you can’t be sure of it
You can never be sure of anything about the morning
Other than the fact that it will come and
For now it comes in through the monitor
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