I woke up at seven o three.
The patio walls were glowing orange
through the green slats of our blinds.
The little throw rug uncurled a bit
and the patio swing began to sway.
My thongs shuffled impatiently
as if to beg me for a walk.
The tile not yet installed
seem to be projected phantom-like upon the floor.
The Mexican table and chairs
were whispering in Spanish
and the little golden lion on my pillbox
let out a muffled roar.
I knew it was time to face the day, Once more!
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