6:45


The dawn streams in
through the curtain
6:44 am

digital numbers morph
get up.
Tuesday calls
get up.
Your suit is waiting
get up.
Coffee needs brewing
get up.
The sun is waiting
get up.
News reporters wait
get up.

Sleep beckons
snooze.
Five more minutes
Dreams return
Morning news on hold
Deep slumbers
Your suit crinkles

GET UP.
6:50.
get up.

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