So Many Mornings
So many mornings
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I've slept through my happiest hour
when the birds warm up
the day's run of vowels,
the garden unstoppers
a handful of scents,
and the sun steps out
of a dew-spangled gown.
I rub the sleep away, asking,
Have any of my dreams had a bluer sky?
