Peachy pink morning just before dawn,
And the body feels like it’s failing,
And the news feels like everything’s wrong,
And the day’s schedule is medical,
Chemical, plus work and bills to check.
The bank account may get overdrawn.
But the daylight only grows stronger,
This day made by sun, source of it all—
The body, the world, the work, the dawn.
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