Morning.
Light on horizon,
light on wings.
I lean my head up,
eyes resting behind lids.
Breath deep, mind full.
I open my eyes,
and colors are brighter,
tooting of geese
as they fly overhead.
Steaming coffee,
infiltrates my consciousness.
hand embracing the cup;
Hot tingling of skin.
Lips tenderly encircle the edge,
clay smooth against mouth.
Warm path down my throat,
and I get on with my day.
Daydream for Change 
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