I woke all alone, curled on sheets
Tangled up in white down.
Outside a diamond sparkled on a leaf
The cut and polished dew
They say morning has broken
But it doesn’t seem broken to me
Rain-soaked weeds burst through the earth
Leaves shimmer like tassels to the wind, dancing.
It seems like night is the broken one
Heavy and dark, my eyes ache
I lay naked on white sheets
Tethered to the ticking time
At 8:39 the world turns new
Diamonds in the treetops falling down
I rise and tie my laces
Catching gold in maple leaves
I inhale rich wind
Kicking coins in dirt like tin cans
And along the road home I feel it
Jingling in my pockets.
I am wealthy in the healed morn.
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