First Early Mornings

It told me something
when my mouth fell open.
You sat up in bed with the cat
and a throw draped over your shoulders.
Your hair hung down, having forgotten yesterday’s hairspray
and what a perfectly orange morning.
(While you are always rose).
I don’t know what it told me,
but it told me something.
(I asked and I’m waiting to hear back.)

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