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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