Awakenings
No cream in the cooler
Or sugar in the souffle
No oil in the pan
Or salt in the salad
No frost in the lipstick
Or shadow under the eyes
No wires in the box
Or keys on the chain
No creases on the sheets
Or cobwebs on the ceiling
No sparks in the plug
Or sprinkles on the floor
No spring in the steps
Or blue on the horizon
No locks on the gate
Or ashes in the tray
Just a flicker on the screen
And a snapshot of the morning.
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