Up early before milkmen and crows and cars,
before the alchemy of night becoming dawn,
discovered the furnace missing since last year,
a mug of hot coffee and this tattered soft bathrobe—
gift from a kind girlfriend two or three lifetimes ago.
Nothing to do but wait here, sitting in the armchair
of ease like a seed planted in the garden
of last night’s dreams.
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