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The sky holds secrets today like eyes that haven't slept.
Pink and bleary, greeting me in the morning.
Dear sky, what night have you endured?
What clouds blotted what stars,
making direction meaningless?
How light was the yellow light that came
like birdsong spreading like gold ink in black waters. 
The day starts dense, soft like the skin of a peach
that I kiss. Good morning, dear sky, returned from shadow.
Thank you for bringing me another morning.