So Many Mornings

So many mornings

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?

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