Poems by Steven Federle
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Early Rising
early rising, fresh
sky night-black, just brightening
to early-bird’s joy,
but still tired,
eyes red,
I think I will go
back to bed.
(17 June 2012, rev. 27 Apr. 2016)
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