Night gives way to an orange line glowing bright.
Outside my window, under the velvet mesquite, a fire burns in the sky.
A life without bounds gives way to the day.
Where dreams are still real but take longer to stay.
Red and orange turn to purple and blue.
The time between sleep and movement is few.
Now I sit and write before the yappy dogs come out to poo.
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